I cannot remember that part of it, except that I--Well, never mind about that--" he hesitated turning away his gaze--the memory seemed to bring with it a certain pain.
"Yes,--tell me," she pleaded.

She was too happy.

This was what she had been waiting for.

There was no detail he must omit.
"It was nothing, only I kept thinking it was you who were hurt," he stammered.
"Me!" she cried, her eyes dancing.

The ray of light was breaking--one with a promise in it for the future! "Yes,--you, Miss Ruth! Funny, isn't it, how when you are half dead you get things mixed up." Oh, the stupidity of these lovers! Not a thing had he seen of the flash of expectation in her eyes or of the hot color rising to her cheeks.