"I can see your house from the top of that hill where I cut the wire that time," she said.
"You can?" He was more pleased that she had taken the interest to look for it than to know it was so conspicuous from afar.
"Yes," she sighed, "but it's out of range. I couldn't help you any from there."
"You can help me a whole lot anywhere, Edith. Just wish me good luck from the top of the hill—or anywhere you happen to be."
"Always," she said, with simple sincerity.
She gave him her hand with the word, for one quick, warm, assuring little clasp, and turned and ran to the house in a queer break of shyness not at all in keeping with her boisterous hilarity and unreserved fellowship of a little while before.
