"O Clarence, do you think it possible that the day can ever come when we will part in anger?"
"Why, no, little girl, of course not. What put that foolish idea into my little birdie's head, eh?"
"Oh, nothing, dearest. I was only thinking how perfectly dreadful it would be if one of us should speak harshly to the other."
"Well, don't think of such wicked, utterly impossible things any more. We can never, never, never quarrel."
"I know it, darling. Good-by, you dear old precious, good-by, and—oh, wait a second, Clarence; I've written a note to mamma; can't you run around to the house and leave it for her some time to-day?"
"Why, yes, dearie; if I have time."
"If you have time? O Clarence!"
"What is it, little girlie?"
"Oh, to say 'if you have time' to do almost the very first errand your little wife asks you to do."