“Oh, yes!” he nodded his head slowly. “It is strange, isn’t it? That was a long time ago when our friends were married back there in the old State, and to-night again, way up here in New York, they have not forgotten us on this their anniversary.”
Silence fell for a moment between them.
Then he spoke again, a little sadly:
“Would you wish those days back again, if you could?”
She hesitated thoughtfully.
“I do not know,” she said at last. “Sometimes I think so. We had John then.”
“Yes,” he said, and turned away his head.
Her hand, as Jimmie Dale watched, seemed to tighten over her husband’s; and now, though her lips quivered, there came a little smile.
“But we have his memory now, dear,” she whispered.
Agitated, the old gentleman moved abruptly away from the chair, and Jimmie Dale could see that the blue eyes were moist.