What's the other ?" "Why that's best of all!" she cried triumphantly.

"I can Work again! When Baby's asleep I get hours at a time; and even when he's awake I've fixed a place where he can play--and I can draw and plan--just as I used to--_better_ than I used to!" "And that is even more to you than loving ?" he asked in a quiet inquiring voice.
"It's more because it means _both!_" She leaned to him, glowing, "Don't you see?
First I had the work and loved it.

Then you came--and I loved you--better! Then Baby came and I loved him--best?
I don't know--you and baby are all one somehow." There was a brief interim and then she drew back, blushing richly.
"Now stop--I want to explain.

When the housework got to be such a nightmare--and I looked forward to a whole lifetime of it and _no_ improvement; then I just _ached_ for my work--and couldn't do it! And then--why sometimes dear, I just wanted to run away! Actually! From _both_ of you!--you see, I spent five years studying--I was a _real_ architect--and it did hurt to see it go.

And now--O now I've got It and You too, darling! _And_ the Baby!--O I'm so happy!" "Thanks to the Providential Miss Bell," said he.