"What is it, Tony?"
"The lilies--are opening--about now,--ar'n't they?"
"I shouldn't wonder. Is there anything you want?"
"Would--you--you--kiss me--just--once? I used--to dream--you
did--and--and----"
With a sob she could not hide, she drew him close. He sighed
contentedly as he put his frail arms around her, like a weary child,
and with his Guenevere's kisses on his lips and brow, her little
Launcelot blossomed into the light of which she had told him.