He knelt on the floor and hid his face in the bed-clothes.

Her hand found his shaggy head.
Her voice was very faint now, but he heard it.
"Don't cry, little Abe," she said.

"Don't you worry about the ring, dearie.

It ain't needed no more." Half an hour later, when the cabin door was dim with twilight, the hand which the boy held grew cold..