my baby, just all yours. You were so young and you had to work it off. I knew all that and waited. Didn't you know me well enough to be dead sure that I would wait?"
The burden on her shoulders fell with a crash, and with a great cry of pent-up gratitude and joy her lips went down to his lips.
But the doctor was not so old that he had forgotten love and youth, and he left those two young clinging things alone again and went back into the sun.
End Project Gutenberg Etext of WHO CARES?, by COSMO HAMILTON