Down by the bedside Roberta knelt and took one of the lifeless white hands in her own. "Oh, Gwen," she implored, "why did you do it? You thought we didn't want you. You believed that in all the world there was no one who loved you, no home in which you were welcome. Oh, how selfish I've been! Gwen, forgive me, Sister. I should have tried to help you. I was the one really who was selfish, for I wanted adventure. I didn't try to think what it would mean to you; but O, I will, I will, Gwen, if only you will live. Why don't you open your eyes, Gwen?"