"In the evening I sew and read and mope." "Well, we must change all that," he said, with a tenderness which brought tears to her eyes.

"Why can't you come out with me somewhere to dinner ?" Three years ago, when she was first separated from George, she would have evaded the suggestion; but to-night, at the end of the long summer, she caught eagerly at the small crumb of pleasure.
"Oh, I'd love to! Only wait until I put out the stove and tidy my hair." "I want to see what you have to eat," he remarked in his whimsical tone, as he followed her back into the kitchen.

"Only an egg!" "It is so hot.

I wasn't hungry, but I am now," she replied gaily, her thin face flushing to beauty.

After her loneliness there was a delight in being cared for, in being scolded.