Tears did not seem to afford relief when one shed them into handkerchiefs and pillows.

But on that gentle bosom, to let loose this brimming flood, to hear the tender voice consoling! "Oh, I say, now! Please!" she heard Johnny Two-Hawks cry out.
But she rushed on blindly, knocking against the door jamb and almost upsetting the nurse, who was returning.

Somehow she managed to reach the living room, glad it was dark.

Alter sundry reaching about she found the divan and flung herself upon it.

What would he think?
What would the nurse think?
That Kitty Conover had suddenly gone stark, raving crazy! And now that she was in the dark, alone, the desire to weep passed over and she lay quietly with her face buried in the pillow.