Suddenly Mrs. Connors crumpled in a heap upon the lacy pillows, pink sequins heaving.
"Why, Babe—Babe, what is it? You're sick or something to-night, honey." He lifted her to his arms, bent almost double over her.
"Nothin', Blutch, only—only I just never was so happy."
"Lord!" said Blutch Connors. "All these years, and I never knew anything was eatin' her."
"I—I never was, Blutch."
"Was what?"
"So—happy."
"Lord bless my soul! The poor little thing was afraid to say it was a chicken-farm she wanted!"
He patted her constantly, his eyes somewhat glazy.
"Us two, Blutch, livin' regular."