Well, if you meant what you said--and you did mean it, I know it!--you're not going to go back to the sanitarium.
The shop sha'n't hurt you.

It sha'n't!" And now Bibbs looked up.

She stood before him, straight and tall, splendid in generous strength, her eyes shining and wet.
"If I mean THAT much to you," she cried, "they can't harm you! Go back to the shop--but come to me when your day's work is done.

Let the machines crash their sixty-eight times a minute, but remember each crash that deafens you is that much nearer the evening and me!" He stumbled to his feet.

"You say--" he gasped.
"Every evening, dear Bibbs!" He could only stare, bewildered.
"EVERY evening.