"I'm sure it would kill me to lose you. You are all I
have in the wide world."
"So I am, you poor little dear," he said, softly smoothing her hair, "and
I ought to be always kind to you. But, indeed, Zoe, you have no need to be
jealous of any other woman. I may like to talk with them and listen to
their music, but when I want some one to love and pet, my heart turns to
my own little wife."
"It was very foolish!" she said, penitently, "but I did so want you to
myself to-night, and I'd worked so busily all day learning the lessons and
that song you brought me, thinking to please you."
"Did you, dear? well, it was too bad in me to neglect you so, and even to
forget to give you this, which I bought expressly for my dear little wife,
while in the city to-day."
He took her hand as he spoke, and slipped a ring upon her finger.
"O Ned, thank you!" she exclaimed, lifting to his a face full of delight.
"It's very pretty, and so good in you to remember to bring me something."
"Then shall we kiss and be friends, and try not to quarrel any more?"
"Yes; oh yes!" she said, offering her lips.
"I must have that song to-morrow," he said, caressing her again and again.
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