And now we'll go back to bed, Sonnie-Boy, and
this time we'll go to sleep." In the doorway he
stopped. "What do you reckon Necker would
say to that letter, Andie?"

Balfe smiled. "He'd probably say, 'Welkie,
you ought to publish that letter — capitalize it,'
and think you were four kinds of a fool if you
didn't."

"Well, I won't publish it or capitalize it. I'm
going to frame it and hang it at the foot of your
bed, Sonnie-Boy, where you'll see it mornings
when you wake. Up we go, son."

Facing each other across the little work-table
were Marie Welkie and Andie Balfe. She had
said: "You surely have been my brother's friend,
and, if you were not already so successful, I could
wish a great reward for you."
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He laid one hand of his gently down on hers.
