“The last crash? Yes, it was, Jennie. The first and the last!”
She understood and rolled her head feebly from side to side in brave protest.
“Billy! Don’t, dear! You mustn’t now. I can’t—” Her eyes closed wearily.
But he persisted grimly.
“Never again, Jennie! Not as long as you live!”
She opened her eyes and smiled mournfully at that.
“Perhaps,” she said, “that won’t be very long, Billy.”
He threw out a hand to steady himself.
“Jennie!” he cried. “Hush!”
She only smiled at him and went on gently.