You would like a few days in the country, Ruth ?" Her eyes met his gratefully.
"You know that I should love it, dear," she said, "but, Arnie, do you think that when the time for the holiday comes you will want to take us ?" He sat on the arm of her chair and held her hand.
"Foolish little woman!" he exclaimed.

"Do you think that I am likely to forget?
Why, I must have shared your supper nearly every night for a month, while I was walking about trying to find something to do.

People don't forget who have lived through that sort of times, Ruth." She sighed.

Strangely enough, her tone had in it something of vague regret.
"For your sake, dear, I am glad that they are over." "Things, too, will improve with you," he declared.

"They shall improve.