But my! won't Jack be sore." "I reckon.

It's time he broke out." "And now, dear Ben--what have you got for me?
I know it's from Wilson," she coaxed.
"Lass, would you give much for a little note from Wils ?" asked Wade, teasingly.
"Would I?
When I've been hoping and praying for just that!" "Well, if you'd give so much for a note, how much would you give me for a whole bookful that took Wils two hours to write ?" "Ben! Oh, I'd--I'd give--" she cried, wild with delight.

"I'd _kiss_ you!" "You mean it ?" he queried, waving the book aloft.
"Mean it?
Come here!" There was fun in this for Wade, but also a deep and beautiful emotion that quivered through him.

Bending over her, he placed the little book in her hand.

He did not see clearly, then, as she pulled him lower and kissed him on the cheek, generously, with sweet, frank gratitude and affection.
Moments strong and all-satisfying had been multiplying for Bent Wade of late.