"Forget! Never while I live.

Do you know what _I_ remember ?" "Ah, spare me!" moaned his wife, putting her hands over his mouth.
"Do you know what _I_ remember ?" he repeated, pulling her hands away and holding them fast.

"A girl with hands, face, hair, form, dress, manners damned to coarseness by a cruel environment?
That?
No! No! To-day as I look back I remember only two blue eyes, deep, deep as wells, soft, blue, and wonderfully kind.

And I remember all through those days--and hard days they were to a green young fool fresh from the Old Country trying to keep pace with your farm-bred demon-worker Perkins--I remember all through those days a girl that never was too tired with her own unending toil to think of others, and especially to help out with many a kindness a home-sick, hand-sore, foot-sore stranger who hardly knew a buck-saw from a turnip hoe, and was equally strange to the uses of both, a girl that feared no shame nor harm in showing her kindness.

That's what I remember.