He would take her in his arms and tell her to hunt in all his pockets, and then he would kiss her and place the package in her hands.

And then the two would go to Corinne.

It would be late, and she would be in bed, perhaps, but that made no difference.

Ruth would steal noiselessly upstairs; past where Garry lay, the flowers heaped upon his coffin, and Corinne would learn the glad tidings before to-morrow's sun.

At last the ghost which had haunted them all these days was banished; her child would be safe, and Corinne would no longer have to hide her head.
Once more the precious package became the dominant thought.