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 "Good night, brother. In the morning come."

"I shall come every morning."

"Yes," she smiled, "every morning—every morning."

And some great joy leaped up within her at that.

But she did not sleep that night. And she sat where she could look over the hills to where he had gone. It was very cold and lonesome. And when he came in the morning, much earlier than she could possibly have expected, she said with great joyousness:

"I did not think I should be so—glad."

"I also did not," he answered, taking the hands she gave him.

"Because I did not sleep," she confessed.

"Nor did I," he smiled.

"I did not wish to sleep," she said.

"Nor I," said he.

"I thought of you."

"And I of you."

"It is very pleasant to have a brother."

"And a sister."

"Such a brother."

"Such a sister."

They said thanks together and laughed.