I often wake up in the night and think of it as part of a dream, but when the morning comes it's still true--it's still true!" He smoked on in silence.

Then happening to look up he noticed that his wife was weeping.

He laid his hand gently on hers.
"Don't cry, dear, don't make it harder for me to bear.

Shirley must see no trace of tears." "I was thinking of the injustice of it all," replied Mrs.
Rossmore, wiping her eyes.
"Fancy Shirley in this place, living from hand to mouth," went on the judge.
"That's the least," answered his wife.

"She's a fine, handsome girl, well educated and all the rest of it.