“Lie here, Davy—ay, but closer yet—and rest,” said she.
I flung myself at full length beside her, spreading abroad my sturdy little arms and legs; and I caught her glance, glowing warm and proud, as it ran over me, from toe to crown, and, flashing prouder yet through a gathering mist of tears, returned again.
“I knows why you’re lookin’ at me that way,” said I.
“And why?” said she.
“’Tis for sheer love o’ me!”
She was strangely moved by this. Her hands, passionately clasped of a sudden, she laid upon her heart; and she drew a sharp, quivering breath.
“You’re getting so—so—strong and—and—so big!” she cried.
“Hut!” said I. “’Tis nothin’ t’ cry about!”
“Oh,” she sobbed, “I’m proud t’ be the mother of a son!”
I started up.