But she did several times experience--for a few blissful minutes--the pleasure of seeing Bertram sit motionless, studying the board, because of a move she had made.

And though, in the end, her king was ignominiously trapped with not an unguarded square upon which to set his poor distracted foot, the memory of those blissful minutes when she had made Bertram "stare" more than paid for the final checkmate.
By the middle of June the baby was well enough to be taken to the beach, and Bertram was so fortunate as to secure the same house they had occupied before.

Once again William went down in Maine for his fishing trip, and the Strata was closed.

In the beach house Bertram was painting industriously--with his left hand.

Almost he was beginning to feel Billy's enthusiasm.