At last, just as they were about to move away, they descried the glimmer of a light in the room which Clarence declared to be her room.

His frame trembled with expectation, and he walked to and fro opposite the house with an apparent strength that surprised his companion.

At length the light disappeared again, and with it Clarence's hopes.
"Now then we must go," said Charlie, "it is useless for you to expose yourself in this manner.

I insist upon your coming home." Reluctantly Clarence permitted himself to be led across the street again.
As they were leaving the pavement, he turned to look back again, and, uttering a cry of surprise and joy, he startled Charlie by clutching his arm.

"Look! look!" he cried, "there she is--my little Birdie." Charlie looked up at the window almost immediately above them, and observed a slight pale girl, who was gazing up the street in an opposite direction.
"Little Birdie--little Birdie," whispered Clarence, tenderly.