"There was something," she said evasively, "that I wanted to do very much; something that would have made me—happier. But I couldn't if I kept David; so I gave it up."
Dr. Lavendar ruminated. "You wanted David the most?"
"Yes?" she said passionately.
"Then it was a choice, not a sacrifice, wasn't it, my dear? No doubt you would make sacrifices for him, only in this matter you chose what you wanted most, And your choice was for your own happiness I take it,—not his?"
She nodded doubtfully, baffled for a minute, and not quite understanding. Then she said, "But I would choose his happiness; I have done some things for him, truly I have. Oh, little things, I suppose you would call them; but I wasn't used to them and they seemed great to me. But I would choose his happiness, Dr. Lavendar. So you will let me keep him?"
"If you think you ought to have him, you may."
"No matter what Dr. King says?"
"No matter what Dr. King says. If you are sure that it is best for him to be with you, I, at least, shall not interfere."
Her relief was so great that the tears ran down her face. "It is best!"
"Best to be with you," Dr. Lavendar repeated thoughtfully; "Why, Mrs.
Richie?"