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Show Page 229 counts for aught, methinks young Clark will be clambering about on roofs again ere Yuletide." I could feel my color mounting and I looked away, hoping the captain would think 'twas the flames of the fire that cast such a rosy hue over my cheeks. "I think I will have Dr. Pott come on the morrow to check his leg, nevertheless," I mumbled. When the captain and his wife had left me, my eyes sought John's face. But where a moment before his eyes had been closed in rest, they were now wide and staring at me. As he opened his mouth to speak, I held my breath, fearing John would again call me by his dead fiancee's name. But 'twas my name he whispered. "Sarah, it is you. I thought I was dreaming. How came I to be here?" I told him. "It was you who came to the shore to meet me?" he asked. I nodded, wondering if he would remember who it was he had called out to. "I had hoped and dreamed you would be waiting for me when once the boat touched shore. But when we came hence, 'twas my sister who ran toward me and threw her arms about me. Or did I only dream that, too, and there was no one there at all, not even a dear sister, to greet me with a warm embrace?" At first I flushed hotly, recalling my impetuous behavior. |
