"There's one thing I must ask you to remember," he
said, in a tone he tried to make firm, "that I couldn't
possibly accept from you anything in the way of
sacrifice."

Her eyes were wide and earnest. "But I never
thought of makin' an)rthing in the way of sacrifice."

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THE DUST FLOWER

"It would be sacrifice for you to help me get out of
this scrape, and have nothing at all to the good."

"But I'd have lots to the good." She reflected.
"I'd have rememberin'."

"What have you got to remember ?'*

With her child's lack of self-consciousness she
looked him straight in the eyes. "You — for one
thing."

"Me !" He had hardly the words for his amaze-
ment. "For heaven's sake, what can you have to
remember about me that — ^that could give you any
pleasure ?"

"Oh, I didn't say it would give me any pleasure.
