The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 6 Page 18

beauty that flushed her cheeks as she laboured there! And when she at last looked up at me her eyes seemed like two grey stars, full of reflections from the golden pool.

“I have come,” said I, “to speak most seriously.”

“What is it you wish?”

“A comrade’s privilege.”

“And what may that be, sir?”

“The right to be heard; the right to be answered — and a comrade’s privilege to offer aid.”

“I need no aid.”

“None living can truthfully say that,” said I pleasantly.

“Oh! Do you then require charity from this pleasant world we live in?”