“One thing I take credit for,” he joyed with her, “smiles do become your face.”
“And thought and care yours. The lines of which we once spoke—are gone! From both our faces! Is not that wonderful?”
“Wonderful,” he agreed.
Suddenly she was serious.
“I think we belong together. I thank God always that we met. You were what I needed—the man God meant to complete me. Before you came I was worse than you were before I came. Thank God we met—no matter how!”
“Not forgetting to thank the loaded gun! For a long time I have been sorry for the old man. It has not seemed long—but there are indications that the last cent has been reached. I would pay him back if I could!”
“You never, never could!” laughed his wife.
“But how much do you suppose we have spent?”
“Don’t know! Don’t know,” she chanted. “That is the beauty of it. We don’t have to! No accounts to keep! Money carefully ahead of us at each stopping place! It is like a slot machine! You put in a nickel and get a thousand dollars!”
“It’s wonderful how well he has done it. Hasn’t kicked or funked once! Well, when I get back to America I mean to hunt him up and get down on my knees and God bless him!” laughed Ravant.