Round Anvil Rock
"What is it, David, dear?" she pleaded, with her sweet lips close to his ear. "What foolish thing have I said? You must know--whatever it was--that it was all in fun. Why, I wouldn't have you different, dear, if I could! I couldn't love you so much if you were not just what you are. And yet," sighing, "it might be better for you."
She laid her head against his shoulder and drew closer to him in that soft little nestling way of hers. David looked straight over the lovely head, keeping his grim gaze as high as he could. He knew how it would be if his s