She managed to slip forward and squeeze his hand the first time he came--to steal a quick, vivid kiss; and another time, as he was going out, she suddenly appeared from behind the curtains hanging at the parlor door.
"Honey!" The voice was soft and coaxing.

He turned, giving her a warning nod in the direction of her father's room upstairs.
She stood there, holding out one hand, and he stepped forward for a second.

Instantly her arms were about his neck, as he slipped his about her waist.
"I long to see you so." "I, too.

I'll fix some way.

I'm thinking." He released her arms, and went out, and she ran to the window and looked out after him.