I want you to myself.

And there in the house--" he looked away.

The thought of the old house, bleak and desolate at its best and haunted now by the sense of a presence gone, oppressed him.
Joan nodded.
"And not that dress!" begged Kenny with a shudder.
She laid her cheek against his shoulder.
"It was just for to-day, Kenny.

Hannah thought it best." Her soft eyes, curiously child-like with the shadow of sadness in them, appealed to him for understanding.

He kissed her, marveling afresh at the tender miracle of peace and tenderness her presence brought him.
"Had I loved Uncle a great deal more--it isn't wrong for me to say that now, Kenny ?" "It would be wrong, dear, if you made pretense of something you couldn't feel." "I--I meant that even then I could have mourned him better with my heart than this--this dreadful dress.