“You don’t know,” he said, “how beautiful you are—in the daylight!”
Again the color rose in her cheeks, and as swiftly receded.
“I’ve got to hurry,” she exclaimed, with that earnest politeness of hers. “You see, my little brother’s taking examinations to-day, and I promised I’d make pancakes for his breakfast.”
“Oh, Emmy!” he said, and began to laugh.
She smiled herself, reluctantly.
“Well, I did promise,” she declared.
An immense happiness filled him. He knew now! He understood why those other fellows wanted to get married and set up homes! Bills and worries and even quarrels were not tragic, and not basely comic. They simply didn’t matter. The one great thing was this infinite tenderness. He did not want to worship a goddess any more; he wanted to take care of Emmy.[Pg 524]
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
NOVEMBER, 1927
Vol. XCII NUMBER 2