"Things that your poor mother, if she were alive, would be more fitted to touch on than myself." "Such as--" She knelt by me and gave me both her hands.

It was a pretty way she had.

She had begun it soon after her head overtopped mine in my eternal wheelbarrow.

There was a little mockery in her eyes.
"Well--" said I."You know what marriage means.

There is the question of children." She broke into frank laughter.
"My darling Majy--" That is the penalty one pays for admitting irresponsible modern young people into one's intimacy.