The man reached up and drew the woman’s face down to his, and kissed her on the lips.
“It don’t matter ’bout not finding that gold now,” he cried, and kissed her again.
“No, it––”
“Say, momma, ain’t it dinner yet?”
“Ess, me want din-din.”
The man and woman sprang guiltily apart before the wondering eyes of their children, and the next moment both of the small creatures were caught up and hugged in loving arms.
“Why, sure, kiddies,” cried Scipio, his face wreathed in happy smiles. “Momma’s got dinner all fixed––so come right along.”
THE END