"Oh, are you the lady from British Columbia?" queried the excited little voice. Perplexity, amusement, yet a divine sort of marital confidence were in the question.
"Yes, surely I am," said the Youngish Girl softly.
Across the little wife's face a great rushing, flushing wave of tenderness blocked out for a second all trace of the cruel, slim scar that marred the perfect contour of one cheek.
"Oh, I don't know at all what it's all about," laughed the little wife, "but my husband asked me to come back and kiss you!"