passively in her lap, and he thought she seemed sad. He took her face between his hands and made her look into his eyes. “Don’t be worried, sweetheart; we’ll make a few changes. You’re mine now, you know — not only to serve me and labor for me as you have been doing all these weeks, but — ”

“But I like it, David. I like doing for you. I hope it may always be so I can do for you.”

“Would you like me to become an invalid again so you could keep on in the way you began?”

“Not that — but sometimes I think what if you shouldn’t really need me!” She hid her face on his breast. “I — I want you to need me — David!” It was almost like a cry for help, as she said it.