Aunt Jane smiled. "Yes, I reckon I see it just about the way it is—now.... You don't want to get well—not yet."
"No." He admitted it feebly.
"And you don't want we should take Miss Canfield off your case."
He said nothing.
"Well, we're not going to take her off."
His face brightened a little.
Aunt Jane laughed softly. "That's right! You can chirk up—all you want to!... You do need a good wife—much as anybody ever I see."
He opened his lips—and stared at her—and closed them. "I—I believe I do!" His eyes rested on the fresh childlike color in Aunt Jane's face and the little lines that twinkled at him.
"I believe I do!" he repeated softly.