We'll just be thankful 'twas no worse.

You can't paint for a while, of course; but we won't mind that.

It'll just give Baby and me a chance to have you all to ourselves for a time, and we'll love that!' "Yes, of course," sighed Bertram, so abstractedly that Billy bridled with pretty resentment.
"Well, I like your enthusiasm, sir," she frowned.

"I'm afraid you don't appreciate the blessings you do have, young man! Did you realize what I said?
I remarked that you could be with _Baby_ and _me_," she emphasized.
Bertram laughed, and gave his wife an affectionate kiss.
"Indeed I do appreciate my blessings, dear--when those blessings are such treasures as you and Baby, but--" Only his doleful eyes fixed on his injured arm finished his sentence.
"I know, dear, of course, and I understand," murmured Billy, all tenderness at once.
They were not easy for Bertram--those following days.

Once again he was obliged to accept the little intimate personal services that he so disliked.