"Too much?" echoed her companion questioningly.
"Yes, of course he'd go out with the boys some nights, but they always kept him away from me until he was all right again."
The matter-of-fact tone gave the listener a pang. His big hand closed over the one he had been caressing. "You're in a prohibition state now," he remarked.
"Yes, I remember. I've heard father speak of it. I was just thinking of a verse he used to say:—
"'Johnny and Jane,
Maiden and swain,
Never had tasted a drop of champagne;
Reason is plain,
They lived in Maine,
Where all the folks are obliged to drink rain.'"