"We was born lucky," he proclaimed. "That's a cinch."

"Maybe it was more than luck," she ventured.

"Sure. It just had to be. It was fate. Nothing could a-kept us
apart."

They sat on in a silence that was quick with unuttered love, till
she felt him slowly draw her more closely and his lips come near
to her ear as they whispered: "What do you say we go to bed?"


Many evenings they spent like this, varied with an occasional
dance, with trips to the Orpheum and to Bell's Theater, or to the
moving picture shows, or to the Friday night band concerts in
City Hall Park. Often, on Sunday, she prepared a lunch, and he
drove her out into the hills behind Prince and King, whom Billy's
employer was still glad to have him exercise.

Each morning Saxon was called by the alarm clock. The first
morning he had insisted upon getting up with her and building the
fire in the kitchen stove. She gave in the first morning, but
after that she laid the fire in the evening, so that all that was
required was the touching of a match to it. And in bed she
compelled him to remain for a last little doze ere she called him
for breakfast. For the first several weeks she prepared his lunch
for him. Then, for a week, he came down to dinner. After that he
was compelled to take his lunch with him. It depended on how far
distant the teaming was done.