The two children stood there, he struggling to hide his grief, for it was unmanly to weep, and yet he was young and could not control his feelings; she, as a woman, feeling at liberty to weep.

She wept, but silently and modestly.

It grieved her to see him shed tears.
He, too, felt for her; but it was soothing to his own grief that Mitsha mourned.

He too was longing to meet her; the four days of separation had been very long to him.
"He was so good," Okoya at last succeeded in saying.

Fresh tears came to his eyes.
Mitsha merely nodded and covered her face with a corner of her wrap.
"Have you been to him ?" he asked.
She nodded; Okoya continued,-- "To-morrow I will come again." Eager nods, mingled with sobs and accompanied by rubbing of the eyes, were her reply.