"
"Why not? She has been kind to me."
"You have given her milk for the children, I suppose."
"All I could spare. I do not grudge a drop of it."
Then Jane laid her arm across her mother's shoulders and looked lovingly
at her. "I am so glad," she said. "You may value money highly, mother,
but you can cast it away for higher things."
"I hope I should never hesitate about that, Jane. A baby's life is worth
all the money I have"--and Jane sighed and went home with a new thought
in her heart.
She found John and his little daughter in the garden planting bulbs and
setting out hardy geraniums. She joined them, and then she saw the old,
steadfast light on her husband's face and the old sure smile around his
mouth. She put her hand in his hand and looked at him with a question in
her loving eyes. He smiled and nodded slightly and drew her hand through
his arm.
"Let us go into the house," he said. "The evenings are yet chilly"--and
they walked together silently and were happy without thought or
intention of being happy.
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