Waitstillcouldnotspeak；sheputherarmroundthetremblingfigure，holdingherasshewaswonttoholdPatty，andwiththesameprotectiveinstinct。Theembracewaselectricinitseffectandsetaltogethernewcurrentsofemotionincirculation。
SomethinginLoisBoynton’sperturbedmindseemedtobeatitswingsagainstthebarriersthathadheretoforeopposedit，and，freeingitself，mountedintoclearerairandwentsingingtothesky。Sherestedhercheekonthegirl’sbreastwithalittlesob。
\"Oh！letmegoonrememberingwrong，\"shesighed，fromthatsafeshelter。\"Letmegoonrememberingwrong！Itmakesmesohappy！\"
Waitstillgentlyledhertotherocking—chairandsatdownbesideherontheloweststep，strokingherthinhand。Mrs。Boynton’seyeswereclosed，herbreathcameandwentquickly，butpresentlyshebegantospeakhurriedly，asifshewererelievingasurchargedheart。
\"Thereissomethingtroublingme，\"shebegan，\"anditwouldeasemymindifIcouldtellittosomeonewhocouldhelp。Yourhandissowarmandsofirm！Oh，holdminecloselyandletmedrawinstrengthaslongasyoucanspareit；itisflowing，flowingfromyourhandintomine，flowinglikewine……Mythoughtsatnightarenotlikemythoughtsbyday，theselastweeks……I