See, there is the first light." She shook her head slowly.
"To-night," she murmured, "there will be no ships, Arnold.

I have looked and looked and I am sure.

Light the lamp, please." "Why ?" he asked, obeying her as a matter of course.
She turned in her chair.
"Do you think that I cannot tell ?" she continued.

"Didn't I see you turn the corner there, didn't I hear your step three flights down?
Sometimes I have heard it come, and it sounds like something leaden beating time to the music of despair.

And to-night you tripped up like a boy home for the holidays.