Oh, Helen, is not this true ?" She bent her head and kissed his hand.

She was weeping silently.

She could not say it was not true.
"It was the Upas tree indeed," said Ronnie.
"Darling," she whispered, "it was my fault too--" "Hush," he said.

"There are faults too noble to be accounted faults.
But--if you think you were at all to blame--you must atone, by truly and faithfully helping in my fight to root up the Upas tree." "Ronnie," she said, "a pair of baby hands will help us both.

We must learn to live life at its highest, for the sake of our little son." Then, knowing he had endured as much heart-searching as a man could bear and be the better for it, she said, smiling: "Ronnie, his funny little hands are so absurdly like yours." "Like _mine_ ?" repeated Ronnie, as one awaking slowly from a sad dream, to a blissful reality.