That's what I'd like to do.

I suppose you think I'm an old fool." "Two of us," said Mrs.Wayne, and wiped her eyes.

She cried easily, and had never felt the least shame about it.
It was a strange compact--strange at least for her, considering that only a few hours before she had thought of him as a friendly, but narrow-minded, old stranger.

Something weak and malleable in her nature made her enter lightly into the compact, although all the time she knew that something more deeply serious and responsible would never allow her to break it.

A faint regret for even an atom of lost freedom, a vein of caution and candor, made her say: "I'm so afraid you'll find me unsatisfactory.