"
She laid her hand suddenly upon my arm, and looked lovingly into my
face.
"May we never make a part of good society, then!"
I kissed her pure lips, and answered,
"There is no present prospect of it, my Constance. I am not
ambitious of social distinction. Still, our trial in this direction
may come, for you know that I am not without ambition
professionally. A chair in one of the medical schools might tempt me
to an Atlantic city."
Constance smiled, as she still rested her hand upon my arm. Then
looking from my face to our little ones, two of whom were playing on
the floor, while the third slept like a vision of innocence in the
cradle, she said:--
"I shall not need the glitter of diamonds--these are my jewels."
Turn your eyes away, good society reader, lest they be offended at
sight of a husband's kiss. Could I do less than breathe my tender
love upon her lips again?
"And richer jewels were never worn in the diadem of a queen," said
I. "As a mother, woman attains her highest glory."
"As wife and mother," Constance answered quickly. And now she leaned
against me, and I drew my arm tenderly around her.
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