“Mustn’t I?”
“No.”
“Is it wrong?”
“I fear it is.”
She dropped back on the pillow, covering her face with her hands, and lay there quietly. He bent over and spoke some gentle words to her.
“Frank!” she breathed.
“Yes, little one. What is it?”
“What was your pet name for Elsie?”
“My pet name? Why, sometimes I called her Sweetheart.”
“Frank!”