For a few moments her face wore the same strange expression, then, of a sudden her eyes filled and closed convulsively, and she turned her head, motioning me to leave her.
“Will you not share with me?” I asked, very hot about the ears.
She shook her head and I saw her shoulders heave once or twice.
“Lois,” I said gravely, “did you fear I hoped for some — reward? Child — little comrade — only the happiness of aiding you is what I ask for. Share with me then, I beg you. I am not poor.”
“No — I can not, Euan,” she answered in a stifled voice. “Is there any shame to you in sharing with me?”
“Wait,” she whispered.