baby i ll be through in a when she had washed the dish and out by ic the valley of the moon the sink she took off her kitchen apron came to him and kissed first one eye and then the other how are they now cured t they feel some better already she repeated the treatment still better and now well after he had them well he and informed her that there was still some hurt in the right eye in the course of treating it she cried out as in pain was all alarm what is it what hurt my eyes they re like sixty and became physician for a while and she the patient when the cure was accomplished she led him into the parlor where by the open window they succeeded in occupying the same chair it was the most expensive comfort in the house it had cost seven dollars and a half and though it was than anything she had dreamed of possessing the extravagance of it had worried her in a half way all day the salt chill of the air that is the blessing of all the bay cities after the sun goes down crept in about them they heard the engines in the railroad yards and the thunder of the seventh street local down in its run from the to stop at west station the street came the noise of children playing in the summer night and from the steps of the house next door the low voices of can you beat it murmured when i think of that six dollar furnished room of mine it makes me sick to think what i was all the time but there s one satisfaction if i d changed it sooner i wouldn t a had you you see i didn t know you existed only until a couple of weeks ago by ic the valley op the moon his hand crept along her bare and up and partly under the elbow sleeve your skin s so cool he said it ain t cold it s cool it feels good to the hand pretty soon you be calling me your cold baby she laughed and your voice is cool he went on it gives me the feeling just as your hand does when you rest it on my forehead it s funny i can t explain it but your voice just goes all through me cool and fine it s like a wind of coolness � just right it s like the first of the sea breeze in in the afternoon after a hot morning an sometimes when you talk low it sounds round and sweet like the in the and it never goes high up or sharp or or like some women s voices when they re mad or fresh or excited till they remind me of a bum record why your voice it just goes through me till i m all trembling � like with the cool of it it s � it s straight delicious i guess angels in heaven if they is any must have voices like that after a few minutes in which so was her happiness that she could only pass her hand through his hair and cling to him he broke out again i ll tell you what you remind me of did you ever see a mare all in the sun with hair like satin an skin so thin an tender that the least touch of the whip leaves a mark � all fine nerves an delicate an sensitive that ll kill the when it comes to endurance an that can strain a in a flash or catch death of cold without a blanket for a night i tell you they ain t many sights in this world an they re that fine strung an sensitive an delicate you handle em right side up glass with care well that s what you remind me of and i m goin to make it my job to see you get handled an in the same way you re as from other women as that kind of a mare is from work horse by ic the valley of the moon you re a you re clean cut an spirited an your lines say d ye ow you ve got some figure well you have talk about you can give her cards and she s an you re american only your figure ain t you re you re � i don t know how to explain it other women ain t built like you you belong in some other country you re that s what you re built like a french woman an more than that � the way you walk move stand up or sit down or don t do anything and he who had never been out of or for that matter had never slept a night away from his of was right in his judgment she was a flower of saxon stock a in the exceptional and of hand and foot and bone and grace of flesh and carriage � some throw back across the face of time to the french that had with the sturdy saxon breed and in the way you carry your clothes they belong to you they seem just as much part of you as the cool of your voice and skin they re always all right an couldn t be better an you know a fellow kind of likes to be seen around with a woman like you that wears her clothes like a dream an hear the other fellows say who s bill s new skirt she s a ain t she wouldn t i like to win her though and all that sort of talk and saxon her cheek pressed to his knew that she was paid in full for all her midnight and the hours of drowsy when her head 