"Slender and straight you came to me, And straight the path you trod; Your faithfulness was more than faith, Like the faithfulness of God. I cannot pay you all I owe, Though what I owe I pay: _But the little wandering, laughing loves They flower beside the way._ "So take my life, who gave me all, Between your so small hands, With the blind, untaught, unfaltering touch A woman understands; And save me, since I would be saved, And do not let me stray _With the little wandering, laughing loves That flower beside the way._" "That is the husband's 'Please,'" said Osborn, humbly. She stood up erect, and cried out: "No one shall take what is mine!" The door opened, and the maid stood there, saying quietly: "Dinner is served, ma'am." They went in hand in hand, regardless of her. They sat down and looked at each other under pink candle-shades. The golden-brown curtains were drawn evenly down the whole length of the much-windowed wall, and splashed rich colour against the prevailing cream. The wedding-present silver glittered upon the white cloth. What a dear room it was! How happily appointed and magically ordered! He adored, across the space, the most darling woman that heaven ever spared to make joy for a mortal man. And she, returning his look with the same verdant wonder at the beauty of all things, saw before her husband and lover; he whom she had chosen to mate with; he who had taught her the beginning of joy; the finest man in the world.