"You have sympathy and intelligence, Katie.

You must know what a time like this means to a mother." Katie could not speak.

It seemed she could bear little more that night.
And she longed for time to think it out, know where she stood, come to some terms with herself.
But forced to face it, she tried to do so lightly.

She thought it just a fancy of Harry's.

Wasn't he quite given to falling in love with pretty girls?
His mother shook her head.