The mistletoe dangled above their heads.
"Will you kiss me, Jeff ?" she whispered.
He stooped, half-hesitating.
Her arms stole about his neck.

"You needn't--ever--be afraid to kiss your own wife, dear," she said.

"I want your love just in the ordinary way--the ordinary way." He held her to him.

"Dot--Dot--forgive me!" She shook her head with frank, fearless eyes raised to his.

"It was a bad bargain, Jeff.