“Don’t you trust me, Minnie? Don’t you know how fond I am of the child?”
“I know,” she said, with a frown. “But I’ve seen so much of that sort of love.... You might die yourself.”
“I’ve provided for that, as you know.”
“Or,—I might as well be frank, Chris. When this other child comes, you’ll feel very differently toward Sandra. You’ll lose interest in her.”
He was seriously annoyed.
“You ought to know me better——”
“I’m not blaming you. But a child of your own—it’s altogether another thing. Oh, you’ll see!”
Slow tears were running down her face.
“How can I help worrying? My poor little girl!”
“What would you like me to do?” he asked kindly. “I tell you I’ve provided for her in any event.”