shameless, stolid-looking back seemed to be blocking up the main exit
to the street.

"Oh, are you the lady from British Columbia?" queried the excited
little voice. Perplexity, amusement, yet a divine sort of marital
confidence were in the question.

"Yes, surely I am," said the Youngish Girl softly.

Across the little wife's face a great rushing, flushing wave of
tenderness blocked out for a second all trace of the cruel, slim scar
that marred the perfect contour of one cheek.

"Oh, I don't know at all what it's all about," laughed the little
wife, "but my husband asked me to come back and kiss you!"