"Keep close to me, Jim," she said as she sat and sewed, and she stroked him with a foot. She could hear no sound but the raging wind, and when the back door was opened she was startled.
"It's me," George said as he entered.
"I didn't hear you coming."
"I've been looking through the window for a long time." He went to the fireside. "Didn't you know? I hoped you'd be looking out for me, but you weren't anxious enough for that."
"Anxious?"
"Well—eager."
"Of course I wasn't. Why should I be?"
"You're my wife—and wives—"
"You know why I married you, George."
"You're married, none the less."