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Then _you_ came home! You had the box out in your hand--I
saw it clear across the street. You were smiling just like a boy. I shall
never forget how you looked as you gave me the ring. I think, after all,
that look was my _real_ birthday gift.--Now, Karl, don't you _know_ you
shouldn't have bought such a ring? But, oh!--I, _am_ so happy,
sweetheart."
He kissed her. His heart was very full. There was nothing he could say,
so he kissed her again and laid his cheek upon her hair.
He knew she was growing sleepy. Sleep was coming to her as it does to the
child who has had its long, happy day. But like the child, she would not
give up until the last. It was true, he was sure, that she was loath to
let the day go.
"The play to-night was very nice," she said, rousing a little, "but so
short-sighted."
"Short-sighted, liebchen? How?"
"So many things in literature stop short when the people are married. I
think that's such an immature point of view--just as if that were the end
of the story.


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