“What’s the matter?” asked he, quickly.
“Nothing!” She looked up again, with a little laugh.
He took a chair and drew her down upon his lap.
“What’s the matter with my girl?”
“I don’t know.”
“How,—you don’t know?”
“Why, I simply don’t. I can’t make out what it is. If I could I’d tell you; but I don’t know at all.” After they had sat silent a few moments:—
“I wonder”—she began.
“You wonder what?” asked he, in a rallying tone.
“I wonder if there’s such a thing as being too contented.”