jealous of our little son. I wanted you, David— Oh! I wanted you." At last came the tears, the blessed human tears which she had held back so long. But now they did no harm except to drench her husband's gray tie, and they brought a lovely flush to her face. "I can't stop, David; I can't stop. I haven't cried for so long, and now I can't stop."
"Sweetheart, don't try to stop. Cry it all out. Wash the stains from me of the cruel old world where I have been; cleanse me so that I may see as clearly as you see; but you would have to cry forever to do that, wouldn't you, sweet? And soon you must laugh again."
He clasped and comforted her as she was used to comfort her baby, soothing her and drying her eyes with his own handkerchief. "Yours isn't large enough for such a flood, is it, sweet?"
"No, a—a—and I—I can-can't find mine," she sobbed "I—I—left it tucked under baby's chin—and now I've spoiled your pretty gray tie."
"Bless you! They are my tears, and it is my tie—"
"David! He is crying—hark!"
"Helping his mother, is he? Come then, his father will comfort him."
"Hear him. Isn't it a sweet little cry, David?" She smiled at him from under tear-wet lashes.