As they turned into Calvary Alley the windows of the cathedral glowed
softly above them.
"I never thought how pretty it was before!" said Nance, rapturously.
"Say, Dan, do you know what 'Evol si dog' means?"
"No; is it Latin?"
She squeezed his arm between her two hands and laughed gleefully.
"You're as bad as me," she said, "I'm not going to tell you; you got to
go inside and find out for yourself."
On the threshold of Number One they paused again. Even the almost
deserted old tenement, blushing under a fresh coat of red paint, took on
a hue of romance.
"You wait 'til we get it fixed up," said Nance. "They're taking out all
the partitions in the Smelts' flat, and making a big consulting room of
it. And over here in Mr. Demry's room I'm going to have the baby clinic.
I'm going to have boxes of growing flowers in every window; and
storybooks and--"
"Yes," cried Dan, fiercely, "you are going to be so taken up with all
this that you won't need me; you'll forget about to-night!"
But her look silenced him.
"Dan," she said very earnestly, "I always have needed you, and I always
will. I love you better than anything in the world, and I'm trying to
prove it."
A wavering light on the upper landing warned them that they might be
overheard. A moment later some one demanded to know who was there.
"Come down and see!" called Nance.
Mrs. Snawdor, lamp in hand, cautiously descended.
"Is that you, Nance?" she cried. "It's about time you was comin' to see
to the movin' an' help tend to things.
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