And if I had told--Oh, you make it hard for me!" she wailed.
He stared at her, understanding this only--that somehow he could control her will.
"I will never let you tell," he said gravely.
"I hate her!" "You shall not tell." "Listen"-- she drew close and touched his arm.

"He never cared for her; it's not his way to care.

She cares for him now, I dessay--not as she might have cared for _you_--but she's his wife, and some women are like that.

There's her pride, any way.

Suppose--suppose he came back to me ?" "If I caught him--" Taffy began: but the poor child, who for two minutes had been twisting his face heroically, interrupted with a wail: "Oh, mother! my foot--it hurts so!".