He followed her reluctantly from the room.
"Now," said his wife, "we c'n leave the door a little open—jest a crack—an' you c'n look through and tell when she's in any reel danger."
Sam obeyed.
"Dan ain't sayin' a word," he said. "He's jest glarin' at her."
"An' what's she doin'?" asked Mrs. Daniels.
"She's got her arm around his shoulders. I never knew they could be such a pile of music in a gal's voice, ma!"
"Sam, you was always a fool!"
"He's pushin' her away to the length of his arm."
"An' she? An' she?" whispered Mrs. Daniels.
"She's talkin' quick. The big wolf is standin' close to them an' turnin' his head from one face to the other like he was wonderin' which was right in the argyment."
"The ways of lovers is as queer as the ways of the Lord, Sam!"
"Dan has caught an arm up before his face, an' he's sayin' one word over an' over. She's dropped on her knees beside the bed. She's talkin'. Why does she talk so low, ma?"
"She don't dare speak loud for fear her silly heart would bust. Oh, I know, I know! What
