"
"I sometimes wonder, Rosie, if, with all we got, there isn't maybe some
little happiness I've overlooked for you."
She lifted herself by his coat lapels, kissing him. "Such a question!"
"So many times it comes up in the scenarios and the picture-plots,
Rosie, how money don't always bring happiness."
"It wouldn't, Roody--not a penny's worth to me without you and Bleema.
But with you, Roody, no matter how happy I feel, it seems to me I can't
ever feel happy enough for what we have got. Why, a woman just
couldn't--why, I--I always say about you, Roody, only yesterday to my
own sister-in-law, 'Etta,' I says, 'it's hard for me to think of
anything new to wish for.' Just take last week, for instance, I wished
it that, right after the big check you gave for the Armenian sufferers,
you should give that extra ten thousand in mamma's name to the Belgian
sufferers. Done! Thursday, when I seen that gray roadster I liked so
much for Bleema, this afternoon she's out riding in it. It is a wonder I
got a wish for anything left in me."
"To have you talk like this, Rosie, is the highest of all my successes."
"If--if there's one real wish I got now, Roody, it is only for our
Bleema.
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