"To know myself so happy, and to see them so unhappy. Philip, they are not happy,—neither one of them!"
"I am afraid it is true. And we can do nothing to help them."
"No, I see that too."
Lois said it with a sigh, and was silent again. Philip did not choose to push the subject further, uncertain how far her perceptions went, and not wishing to give them any assistance. Lois stood silent and pondering, still within his arms, and he waited and watched her. At last she began again.
"We cannot do them any good. But I feel as if I should like to spend my life in making people happy."
"How many people?" said her husband fondly, with a kiss or two which explained his meaning. Lois laughed out.
"Philip, I do not make you happy."
"You come very near it."
"But I mean— Your happiness has something better to rest on. I should like to spend my life bringing happiness to the people who know nothing about being happy."
"Do it, sweetheart!" said he, straining her a little closer. "And let me help."