“If I only have got you started—really.”
Nancy crossed the two feet of space between them and sank at his feet, leaning her head back against his knee while he stroked her hair silently.
“There’s one way of proving,” she said presently, “if—if you’ve made a woman really care 310 for you. I should think you’d know that. I told you how you’d made me feel about the bridal bouquet and Lohengrin.”
“Does that prove something?”
“Doesn’t it?”
“I suppose it does. You mean it proves that a woman truly loves a man if he’s made her feel that she wants to be an old-fashioned wife—”
“And mother, Dick,” Nancy finished for him bravely.
THE END