of Hartright’s drawings half hidden under her pillow, just in the place where she used to hide her favourite toys when she was a child. I could not find it in my heart to say anything, but I pointed to the book and shook my head. She reached both hands up to my cheeks, and drew my face down to hers till our lips met.
“Leave it there to-night,” she whispered; “to-morrow may be cruel, and may make me say good-bye to it for ever.”
of Hartright’s drawings half hidden under her pillow, just in the place where she used to hide her favourite toys when she was a child. I could not find it in my heart to say anything, but I pointed to the book and shook my head. She reached both hands up to my cheeks, and drew my face down to hers till our lips met.
“Leave it there to-night,” she whispered; “to-morrow may be cruel, and may make me say good-bye to it for ever.”
