I'll telephone my husband to dine at his club--and we'll go right on with this talk of ours.

We'll go on," she added determinedly, "until we have Joe so in our toils that he'll be yours so long as he lives." Ethel suddenly sniffed and swallowed hard, and said, "Oh, what a dear you are to me!" Sally looked at her queerly.
"This is to be a talk without tears, but much good sensible planning," she said.

"I don't blame you a bit for having been frightened--you've been through an ugly time.

But I think with a little common sense--" "I know," said Ethel, "that's just what I need.

And that is why I came to you." "Thank you," Sally smiled again.