"
"Well," said the Angel judicially, "the Bird Woman says no one in the
whole world knows all a man's bignesses and all his littlenesses as his
wife does. What you think of him should do for me. Do you like him?"
The question was so earnestly asked that it met with equal earnestness.
The dark head moved caressingly against Lord O'More's sleeve.
"Better than anyone in the whole world," said Lady O'More promptly.
The Angel mused a second, and then her legal tinge came to the fore
again.
"Yes, but have you anyone you could like better, if he wasn't all
right?" she persisted.
"I have three of his sons, two little daughters, a father, mother, and
several brothers and sisters," came the quick reply.
"And you like him best?" persisted the Angel with finality.
"I love him so much that I would give up every one of them with dry eyes
if by so doing I could save him," cried Lord O'More's wife.
"Oh!" cried the Angel. "Oh, my!"
She lifted her clear eyes to Lord O'More's and shook her head.
"She never, never could do that!" she said.
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