“I believe it,” he said, solemnly. Then, as an after-thought, “and I want to say the same thing for myself.”
“I’ve never doubted you,” said she, fervently. “Now, go home and let things stand as they are. Write to Mr. Davis to-night.”
“I will. I say, won’t you give me a kiss?”
She hesitated, still calculating.
“Yes, if you promise not to tell anybody,” 123 she said, with mock solemnity. As she expected, he took it seriously.
“Do you suppose I go ’round telling people I’ve kissed my wife?”
Then she gave him a peck on the cheek and let it go as a kiss.
“When will you be out to see us?”
“Soon, I hope,” she said, quickly. “Now go, Harve, I’m going to lie down and rest. Kiss Phoebe for me.”
He got to the door. She was fairly pushing him.