"No, it's precaution," he replied as lightly as he could. "We will have a home always if you don't lose it in some wild speculation."
She put her arms about his neck, an infrequent caress with her.
"How rich we are. God is good to us. And is it not good to think that our wealth does not come from anybody's misery? It comes out of the earth like a spring—like the spring that made me well."
As he looked down into her face it seemed lit from within by some Heavenly light, and her voice made his head grow dizzy. He could not tell her his story then.
He sat down and listened to her talk. She wanted to know what troubled him, and he was forced to lie.
"Oh, nothing. I'm a little worried about a—new piece of machinery." This gave him a thought. "I must be away this evening. I can't take dinner with you."
She was not one of those who worry with expostulations or complainings. She had a mind of her own, and she granted the same decision to others.
"Very well," she said, and she flashed a sudden roguish look at him. "Don't forget to breakfast with me."
He had the grace to return her smile as he said:
"Oh, I'll not forget. I've charged my mind with it."