Don't lose your faith, Ruth.

Don't let either of us leave off looking for the ships." She smiled.
"Very well," she said, letting her hand fall once more softly into his, "I think that I am very foolish.

I think that yours has come already, dear, and I am worse than foolish, I am selfish, because I once hoped that they might come together; that you and I might sit here, Arnold, hand in hand, and watch them with great red sails, and piles and piles of gold and beautiful things, with our names written on so big that we could read them even here from the window." She burst into a peal of laughter.
"Oh, those children's days! What an escape they, were for us in the black times! Do you know that we once actually told one another fairy stories ?" "Not only that but we believed in them," he insisted.

"I am perfectly certain that the night you found my star, and it seemed to us to keep on getting bigger and bigger while we looked at it, that from that night things have been getting better with me." "At least," she declared, abruptly, "I am not going to spoil your dinner by keeping you here talking nonsense.

Carry me back, please, Arnold.