Don't you remember our money-box for the doctor?
Even that will come, Ruth.

The day will come, I am sure, when we shall carry you off to Vienna, or one of those great cities, and the cure will be quite easy.

I believe in it, really." She sighed.
"I used to love to hear you talk about it," she said, "but, somehow, now it seems so far off.

I don't even know that I want to be like other women.

There is only one thing I do want and that is to keep you." "That," he declared, fervently, "you are sure of.