lay up his treasures in Heaven until he's blue in the face; and what good will they ever do him? I'm going to have a few of mine here."
He turned to Alice and took her in his arms, hugging her to him and kissing and kissing her.
She yielded at first; then she resisted; not knowingly, perhaps, and only a very little. He overcame that slight resistance and she offered no more but clung to him, holding to him, and her lips kissed his and his cheek. He kissed her lips, her forehead, her temples, her cheeks and her lips again; when his fury at last was going, he kissed her hands. Then he released her and she sat back, disheveled and gasping and he sat back on his side, staring at her.
"Shall we drive on now?" he challenged her.
"No."
"We—we can't do that again."
"No."
"I never saw your eyes so bright. You're not sorry, Alice?"
She caught a deep breath and repeated again her monosyllable, "No."
Now he would have more. "No, what?"
"No, Davey."
"You hate me for that, Alice?"
"Hate you!" she closed her eyes. "We never had anything like that before, dear."
"No."
"Not even at first, Davey, before we made our rules."
"No," he said, almost resentfully now. "Why
