"And it all lies with her. We only want what she wants."
"I only want her," groaned Jim.
"Of course. So do I. But we neither of us want her unless she wants us," reasoned Jack.
"I do. She's made me feel sillier than ever I felt in all my life before. All I know is that I want her."
Jack nodded. "I know. I've been thinking of it all night."
"So've I," growled Jim. And Jack refrained from telling him how he had envied him his powers of sleep.
"It seems to me the best thing we can do is to write and tell her what we're feeling."
Jim snorted dissentingly. Letter-writing was not his strong point, and Jack understood.
"Well, you see, we can't very well go together and tell her. But if we write she can have both our letters at the same time, and then she can decide. I'm sure it's the only way to settle it. Can you think of anything better?"
But Jim had no suggestions to offer. All he knew was that his whole nature craved Gracie, and he could not imagine life without her.