He saw the wife lean over, still clinging for safety to her husband's shoulders.
"It is beautiful," he said.
Josephine spoke as if she had not heard him.
"I do not believe there is another man in the world quite like my father.

I cannot understand how a woman could cease to love such a man as he even for a day--an hour.

She couldn't forget, could she ?" There was something almost plaintive in her question.

As if she feared an answer, she went on quickly: "He has made her happy.

She is almost forty--thirty-nine her last birthday.