The Passing Shadow
The winds and tides rose and fell a certain number of times, the earth moved round the sun a certain number of times, the ship upon the ocean made her voyage safely, and brought a baby-Bella home. Then who so blest and happy as Mrs. John Rokesmith, saving and excepting Mr. John Rokesmith!
“Would you not like to be rich now , my darling?”
“How can you ask me such a question, John dear? Am I not rich?”