Her face was pale and agitated, the tendrils of her light hair were straying over her shoulder, and one of the sleeves of her school-gown was stained with blood and dust.

He caught the white and trembling hands that were thrust out to him eagerly.
"It is YOU!" she gasped.

"I prayed for some one to come, but I did not dream it would be YOU.

And then I heard YOUR voice--and I thought it could be only a dream until you called a second time." "But you are hurt," he exclaimed passionately.

"You have met with some accident!" "No, no!" she said eagerly.