"Of course you had a good time; and it was perfectly right you should have it, too! And I--I hope you'll have it again." "I sha'n't," emphasized Bertram, promptly, "-- not and leave you!" Billy regarded him with adoring eyes.
"I'll tell you; we'll have 'em come here," she proposed gayly.
"Sure we will," agreed Bertram.
"Yes; sure we will," echoed Billy, with a contented sigh.

Then, a little breathlessly, she added: "Anyhow, I'll know--where you are.

I won't think you're--dead!" "You--blessed--little-goose!" scolded Bertram, punctuating each word with a kiss.
Billy drew a long sigh.
"If this is a quarrel I'm going to have them often," she announced placidly.
"Billy!" The young husband was plainly aghast.
"Well, I am--because I like the making-up," dimpled Billy, with a mischievous twinkle as she broke from his clasp and skipped ahead up the stairway..