She must go on, listening, with her wise, wistful smile, to the chatter of other women, wincing at a thousand little pricks that even her husband could not see, winning him from his ugly moods with that mixture of the child and the woman that his love never could resist. His love! After all he did love her and his children, and she loved the three with every fibre of heart and soul. Julia ended her reverie, as she always ended her reveries, with a new glow of hope in her heart and a half smile on her lips. Their love would save them all--love fulfilled the law. "Julia!" said Jim, at the door, "where are you?" She turned in her window recess. "Not escaped, O Sultan!" "Well"--he had his arm about her, his air was that of a humoured child--"I didn't suppose you had! But I hate you to go down without me!" "Well, the poor abused boy!" Julia laughed. "Come, we'll go down together!" "What were you thinking of, standing there all that time?" he asked. "You principally, Doctor Studdiford!" Julia gave him a quick sidewise glance. "Glad I came out to the Mission to fix the Daley kid's arm?" Jim asked. "Glad!" said Julia softly, with a great sigh that belied her smile. They took each other's hands, like children, and went down the broad stairway together. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Story Of Julia Page, by Kathleen Norris