"I suppose she will; but we'll have a few years of her company here, at home, won't we, before her schooldays begin?"
"Yes, of course, we're having them now. But they go so fast! Oh, Little Billee, all the days fly so fast,—I can't realise we've been married nearly two years—"
"Nonsense! A year and nearly two months—"
"Well, it soon will be two years! I never saw the time fly so! It goes like a Bandersnatch!"
"Does that mean you're so happy, Patty?"
"It means exactly that! Oh, I want to live forever! I am so happy! I didn't know life with you and Fleurette would be so beautiful as it is!"
"Is it, dearest? I'm so glad," and the big man looked at his dainty, sweet little wife with his whole soul in his fine clear blue eyes.
"Your eyes are wonderful, Billee, dear," said Patty, meeting his glance lovingly; "did your mother have blue eyes,—or your father?"
"Both of them did. I was thought to look more like mother, as a kiddy,—but they were both fair haired and blue eyed."
"You never knew your mother much, did you?"