It was Nell, and she ran directly against him.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were beaming with gladness, and she seemed the incarnation of girlish joy.
"Oh, Joe," was all she whispered.

But the happiness and welcome in that whisper could never have been better expressed in longer speech.

Then slightly, ever so slightly, she tilted her sweet face up to his.
It all happened with the quickness of thought.

In a single instant Jim saw the radiant face, the outstretched hands, and heard the glad whisper.