“He’s all right? Before he went to sleep, I mean?”
“Sure, he’s all right.” He pointed at the dog. “Look what I found.”
“Goodness sake, where was it?”
“Back in the corner, under the crib.”
“Well shame on me! But Jay, it must be awfully dirty!”
“Naww; I dusted it off.”
She said, shyly, “I’ll be glad when I can stoop again.”
He put his hand on her shoulder. “So will I.”
“Jay,” she drew away, really offended.
“Honey!” he said, amused and flabbergasted. He put his arm around her. “I only meant the baby! I’ll be glad when the baby’s here!”
She looked at him intently (she did not yet realize that she was near-sighted), understood him, and smiled and then laughed softly in her embarrassment. He put his finger to her lips, jerking his head towards the crib. They turned and looked down at their son.
“So will I, Jay darling,” she whispered. “So will I.”
