Him she loved and gloried in.

He was like Bud--so much like him that Marie could not have loved him so much if she had managed to hate Bud as she tried sometimes to hate him.

Lovin Child was a husky youngster, and he already had the promise of being as tall and straight-limbed and square-shouldered as his father.

Deep in his eyes there lurked always a twinkle, as though he knew a joke that would make you laugh--if only he dared tell it; a quizzical, secretly amused little twinkle, as exactly like Bud's as it was possible for a two-year-old twinkle to be.

To go with the twinkle, he had a quirky little smile.