The absolute adoration in the boy's uplifted eyes was an interesting thing to take in, and the radiant warmth of her bright look was as unconscious of onlookers as it had been when he had seen it yearning towards the child on the wharf.

Hers was the temperament which gave--which gave.

He found himself restraining a smile because her look brought back to him the actual sound of the New York youngster's voice.
"I wanted to kiss you, Betty, oh, I did so want to kiss you!" Anstruthers' boy--poor little beggar--looked as if he, too, in the face of actors and audience, and brilliance of light, wanted to kiss her..