"That's because you don't need so many things as I do."
"It's because I have one thing I want so much more than I do the others," he retorted.
She looked up at him with a sudden flash of tenderness in her eyes.
"I know," she said gently; "but it won't be long."
"Months, though. How would you like it to take a year out of your life?"
Theodora's brows contracted.
"Don't you suppose I ever think about it, Billy Farrington? I should be frantic, if I were in your place, and I don't see how you ever stand it. It makes my wishes seem so small, in comparison. I'd rather be poorer than Job's turkey than spend even one month on my back. Does it hurt; or is it just that you can't do things? Either one is bad enough."
"It hurts sometimes."
"Now?"
He nodded.