A touch of his hand and she would grow cold.
One evening when she had a headache, Joe bent over and kissed her.
"Good-night," he said, and left the room--left her burning, trembling.
She pressed both hands tight to her cheeks, pressed the hot tears from her eyes.
At other times, she told herself, "Yes, I'm going to marry him.

But there's nothing to be so excited about--or scared like this.

I know him now, I know just what he is and what he is not.

He is not a good many things I had dreamed of, but he's so dear and kind and safe.

And I want to have children." Gravely wondering, she would look ahead.