But all at once she understood.
He was imploring her to return.

She smiled in the dark; but she knew she was going to remain right where she was.
"Miss Conover ?" It was the voice of the nurse.
"Yes.

I'm over here on the divan." "Anything wrong ?" "Good gracious, no! I'm overtired.

A little hysterical, maybe.

The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement--have rather done me up.