Poor May!” he said.”Poor? Why poor?” she echoed with a strained laugh.”Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you,” he rejoined, laughing also.For a moment she was silent; then she said very low, her head bowed over her work: “I shall never worry if you’re happy.””Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows!””In THIS weather?” she remonstrated; and with a sigh he buried his head in his book.



