“I love her too, sir.”
“Let me see the tip end of it where she signs her name!”
“You can see that much, there”——
“Doesn’t she write a lovely hand!” He looked long and lovingly. “That pretty name!—Sallie! So old-fashioned, and so homelike. It’s music, isn’t it?”
“I didn’t know you could be so silly, Charlie.”
“It is funny, isn’t it? You know I think after all, we are made out of the same stuff, saint and sinner, philosopher and fool. The differences are only skin deep.”
“You don’t think she is made out of ordinary clay?”
“Oh! Lord, no, I meant the men. Every woman is something divine to me. I think of God as a woman, not a man—a great loving Mother of all Life. If I ever saw the face of God it was in my mother’s face.”
“Hush! you will make me do anything you wish.”
“No, no, I don’t want to see that letter unless you think it best.”