At last Mrs. Vandecar awoke, calmer and with ready faith to acknowledge that she believed he would accomplish his task. At her own request, he brought their tiny baby.
"Will you see Katherine, too, Fledra," ventured Vandecar. "The poor child hasn't slept much, and she can't be persuaded to eat."
Misery, deep and pathetic, flashed in the blue eyes Mrs. Vandecar raised to his. At length she faltered: "Floyd, I've never loved Katherine as I should. I'm sorry.... Yes, yes, I will see her--and you will bring me my babies!"
Vandecar stooped and kissed her; then, with a tightening of his throat, went out.
Five minutes later a small girl followed Mr. Vandecar in and stood beside the bed. Fledra Vandecar took the little girl-face in her hands and kissed it.