I want to
go on feeling I'm useful to you. That's my pleasure--and if good luck
took it from me, I'd almost wish the bad luck back again."
"Hush," he said, gravely. "Don't speak of such a wish, even in joke."
"I only meant I'd wish for the time since we came here. I wasn't
thinking of anything before then."
"All right;" and he stooped over her, and kissed her. "You've bin
talking more'n enough, I dare say. Take care of yourself, and get well
as fast as may be. For I can't do without you."
"That's what I wanted to hear."
"You don't take it for granted yet?"
"No. I want you to say it every time I see you."
"Good night--an' happy dreams."
"Will!" Mavis' voice was full of reproach. "Are you going without
kissing the baby?"
Then Dale came back from the doorway, stooped again, and making his
lips as light as a butterfly's wings, kissed his first-born.
Before September was over Mavis had not only recovered her ordinary
health, but had entered into such stores of new energy that nothing
could hinder her from getting back into harness. She herself was
astonished by her physical sensations. Languors that had seemed an
essential part of her temperament ever since girlhood were now only
memories; she felt more alive when passive now than during extreme
excitement in the past; her whole body, from the surface to the bones,
appeared to be larger and yet more compact.
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