She was ready then to tell him that she was a fraud, and her need of rest a deception; but she valiantly resisted the impulse.
“But I like to do something for you, Paul,” she said. “I want to help you.”
“I don’t want help,” he said proudly. “I don’t need it.”
She put down the bowl of soup on the table and threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh, Paul!” she cried. “You’re wonderful!”
“Nonsense!” said he, grinning in spite of himself. “Now you run along and rest.”
And she did. She had said that Paul was wonderful, and she knew, and he knew, that it was true. That was what he needed.[Pg 71]
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
MAY, 1923
Vol. LXXVIII NUMBER 4