Harry McDonald Walters, Civil Service Jingles and other stories
“ Johns, now sitting up, laughed, drew his wife down beside him on the sofa and replied:“Why, darling, it would be as wise for me to say that you do not love me or you would not mention such things as sofa cushions and sofas in the same breath with love. What does anything matter, dear, if two people love each other? If you love me, it is because I am myself, as I love you because you are your own dear self. I love you, faults and all, and you must love me faults and all, too. The way for us to be happy is for each to allow the other nearly as much liberty as though we were single. ”
