"Oh, my darling," he whispered, "as if I remembered anything but your dear kisses."
Then Gloria, in a very mild voice:
"Anthony, did I hear anybody say they were thirsty?"
Anthony laughed abruptly and with a sheepish and amused grin got out of bed.
"With just a little piece of ice in the water," she added. "Do you suppose I could have that?"
Gloria used the adjective "little" whenever she asked a favor—it made the favor sound less arduous. But Anthony laughed again—whether she wanted a cake of ice or a marble of it, he must go down-stairs to the kitchen.... Her voice followed him through the hall: "And just a little cracker with just a little marmalade on it...."
"Oh, gosh!" sighed Anthony in rapturous slang, "she's wonderful, that girl! She has it!"
"When we have a baby," she began one day—this, it had already been decided, was to be after three years—"I want it to look like you."
"Except its legs," he insinuated slyly.
"Oh, yes, except his legs. He's got to have my legs. But the rest of him can be you."
"My nose?"
Gloria hesitated.
"Well, perhaps my nose. But certainly your eyes—and my mouth, and I guess my shape of the face. I wonder; I think he'd be sort of cute if he had my hair."
"My dear Gloria, you've appropriated the whole baby."
"Well, I didn't mean to," she apologized cheerfully.
"Let him have my neck at least," he urged, regarding himself gravely in the glass. "You've often said you
