"I have not cried, because I make it a rule never to resort to tears when I can help it; so what you see now is unshed tears in my heart.

They in no way relate to what you so aptly term my 'war of dissatisfaction'; they are for Marian.

She has lost again, this time the Nicholson and Snow prize in architecture." "Serves her right," said Eileen, laughing contemptuously.

"The ridiculous idea of her trying to compete in a man's age-old occupation! As if she ever could learn enough about joists and beams and girders and installing water and gas and electricity to build a house.

She should have had the sense to know she couldn't do it." "But," said Linda quietly, "Marian wasn't proposing to be a contractor, she only wants to be an architect.