“Well, my darling.”
“Does papa love you very, very much?”
“Very, very much, my darling,” said her mother proudly.
“And do you love him very, very much?”
“Heaven only knows how dearly,” said Millicent in a deep, low voice that came from her heart.
“But does papa know too?”
“Why, of course, my darling.”
“I wish he would not say such cross things to you sometimes.”
“Yes, we both wish he had not so much trouble. Why, what a little babbler it is to-night! Have you any more questions to ask before we go up and fetch papa down and play to him?”
“Don’t go yet,” cried the child. “I like to talk to you this way, it’s so nice. I say, mamma, do people get married because they love one another?”