“I’m tough,” she said. “Did they say if I—I—”
“It’ll be all right,” I assured her. “You’re more scorched than burned. You’ll look as lovely as ever when they’re through with you.”
“I wasn’t worrying for myself,” she said. “I didn’t want you to have an ugly wife…”
“Who said I had a pretty one?” I said, kissing her hand. “Someone’s been kidding yon.”
She fondled my hand, stared at me.
“There’s not much left of our home, is there?” she asked in a small voice.
I shook my head. “It’s all gone,” I said, ran my fingers through my hair, smiled at her. “It was a lovely blaze while it lasted.”
Her eyes darkened. “What are you going to do, darling? You won’t get unsettled?”
I patted her hand. “No. I’m going to build again. As soon as you’re better we’ll talk it over. I have ideas. We can build that restaurant of yours. The joint’s well insured. There won’t be any trouble about money. It’ll take a little time, but maybe it’ll turn out to be a good thing in the long run. I never did like the position of the station. I’ll rebuild it facing the road.”
“What happened to them?” she asked, gripping my hand.