“A thank-offering, dear, from the Bains child.”
“How sweet! Somehow I always treasure a child’s gift; it seems so fresh and real.”
“Poor little beggar,” and he smiled as he spoke. “I wouldn’t have lost that life, Kate, for a very great deal. It was something to feel that fellow Bains’s hand-grip when I told him we had won.”
Catherine was settling the flowers in a glass bowl.
“It was just a bit of life, dear,” she said.
“Yes, it is life that tells. I think I would rather have saved that child, Kate, than have written the most brilliant book.”
She turned to him and put her arms about his neck.
“That is the true man in you,” and her eyes honored him.
“You dear one.”
“Kiss me.”