How do they all stand it ?" "Most of them stand it much better than I do, Ned.

You see they don't want to be doing anything else." "Yes.

That's the mischief of it!" he agreed; and she looked at him in the clear moonlight, wondering exactly what he thought the mischief was.
"Shall we go in and read a bit ?" he offered; but she thought not.
"I'm too tired, I'm afraid.

And Eddie'll wake up as soon as we begin." So they sat awhile enjoying the soft silence, and the rich flower scents about them, till Eddie did wake presently, and Isabel went upstairs.
She slept little that night, lying quite still, listening to her husband's regular breathing so near her, and the lighter sound from the crib.

"I am a very happy woman," she told herself resolutely; but there was no outpouring sense of love and joy.