Must make her laugh every day." Poor Joe! Humor was not his forte, and his attempt in this direction in the weeks that followed would have been humorous were they not so pathetic.

How I did my part I cannot tell.

Those weeks are to me now like the memory of an ugly nightmare.

The ghostly old man moving out and in of his little daughter's room in useless, dumb agony; Ponka's woe-stricken Indian face; Joe's extraordinary and unusual but loyal attempts at fun-making grotesquely sad, and The Duke's unvarying and invincible cheeriness; these furnish light and shade for the picture my memory brings me of Gwen in those days.
For the first two weeks she was simply heroic.

She bore her pain without a groan, submitted to the imprisonment which was harder than pain with angelic patience.