Listen! To-day, I know, in lots of ways I must have disappointed him.

First, he put on some socks that I'd darned.

They were the first since our marriage that I'd found to darn, and I'd been so proud and--and happy while I _was_ darning them.
But--but he took 'em off right after breakfast and threw 'em in a corner.

Then he put on a new pair, and said that I--I needn't darn any more; that it made--bunches.

Billy, _my darns--bunches!_" Marie's face and voice were tragic.
"Nonsense, dear! Don't let that fret you," comforted Billy, promptly, trying not to laugh too hard.