And for one little night of your pleasure you'd do me out of a week of my life!" "Like that," said Baird, with a snap of his fingers.
"I'm going, though," said Deborah.
"Quite right, little woman," Bruce admonished her earnestly.

"Don't let him rob you of your happiness." "Come here," growled Baird to Deborah.

She followed him into the living room, and Roger went upstairs with Bruce.
"If he ever hopes to marry that girl," said Bruce, with an anxious backward glance, "he's got to learn to treat her with a little consideration." "Quit your quarreling," Roger said.

"What's a week in the mountains to you?
Hasn't your wife just risked her life ?" "Sure she has," said Bruce feelingly.

"And I propose to stick by her, too." "Can I see her ?" "No, you can't--another of Baird's fool notions." "Then where's the baby ?" "Right in here." Silently in front of the cradle Bruce and Roger stood looking down with the content which comes to men on such occasions when there is no woman by their side expecting them to say things.
"I made it a rule in my family," Roger spoke up presently, "to have my first look at each child alone." "Same here," said Bruce.