"Ah, Jimmy, why do you?" she coaxed, one slender arm about his neck.
"I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "Made that way, I guess!"
For a while they were silent again, then Julia said softly:
"After all, nothing matters as long as we love each other!"
"No, no! You're right, Julie," he agreed seriously. "That's the only thing that counts. And you do love me, don't you?"
"Love you!" Julia said, with a shaky laugh.
"I get crazy notions. I nearly go mad, sometimes," Jim confessed. "I get to brooding—I know how rotten it is!" He fell silent, staring into the fire. "Happy?" he asked presently, glancing down at her as she rested quietly in his arms.
"Oh, happy!" Julia said, a break in her voice. "I wish I could die here, Jim. I wish I could go to sleep here and never wake up!"
"Like me as much as that baby, eh?" he asked, in a peculiar tone.
Julia sat up to face him, her cheeks bright under loosening films of hair, her eyes starry in the firelight.