"Is it—is it something we've talked about before, Clara?"
"Yes—and no. We've talked so much and so long without ever getting anywheres—what's the difference whether we've ever talked it before or not?"
"You just wait, Clara; everything is going to come out fine for us."
Her upper lip lifted slightly. "Yes," she said; "I've heard that before."
"We're going to be mighty happy some day, just the same, and don't you let yourself forget it. We've got good times ahead."
"Oh dear!" she sighed out.
"What?"
"Nothing."
He patted her arm. "You'll never know, Clara, the torture it's been for me even your going out those few times with Eddie Leonard has put me through. You're mine, Clara; a hundred Eddies couldn't change that."
"Who said anybody wanted to change it?"