you!" Stupid! It seemed even in this moment treason, it seemed
desecration, to use this word of their quiet, wonderful summer
together!

"Well," he said, mollified, "don't take what I say too much to
heart. It's only that I love my wife, and am proud of her, and I
don't want to cut out everything else but Jim's shoes and Mary's
day off!" He came over and kissed her, and Rachael clung to him.

"Greg, as if I could be angry with you for being jealous of your
son!"

"Trust a woman to put that construction on it," he said, laughing.
"You like to think I'm jealous, don't you?"

"I like anything that makes you seem my devoted adorer," Rachael
answered wistfully, and smiling whimsically she added, "and I am
going to get some new frocks, and give a series of dinners, and
win you all over again!"

"Bully!" approved Doctor Gregory, cheerfully going on with his
dressing. Rachael watched him thoughtfully for a moment before she
went on to her own dressing-room.

Long afterward she remembered that this conversation marked a
certain change in her life; it was never quite glad, confident
morning again, although for many months no definite element seemed
altered. Alice and old Mrs. Gregory had told her, and all the
world agreed, that the coming of her child would draw her husband
and herself more closely together, but, as Rachael expressed it to