"Don't think me foolish," I said, at last; "but it has seemed so
strange--you have been so kind--I don't know why--I have not deserved
it."
"Antony," she said, laying one hand upon my shoulder, and speaking very
softly and slowly, "neither do I know why, only that your simple little
story seemed to go home to my heart. I thought then, as I think now,
that when I lost both those who were near and dear to me, my sister and
I might have been left penniless, to go out and struggle in the world as
you have had to do. Once more, good-bye. Only strive on worthily, and
you shall always find that I am your friend."
The next minute I was in the street, dull, depressed, and yet elated and
joyful, while I ran over again the bright, sunshiny hours that had been
so unexpectedly passed, as I hastened northward to join Revitts, for it
was one of his home nights.