And yet if you had been there I think you might have seen the least trace of a shadow in their depths--just the least suspicion of a wavering, unguessed doubt.
But when Wally, with his wife at his side, started his car an hour later and rolled smoothly on his wedding tour in search of the great adventure, in search of the sweetest story--Mary changed her dress and hurried back to the factory where she made a tour of her own.

And as she walked through the workshops with their long lines of contented women, passing up one aisle and down another--nearly every face turning for a moment and flashing her a smile--the shadows vanished from her eyes and her doubts went with them.
"This is the best," she told herself, "I'm sure I did right, choosing this instead of Wally.

It's best for me, and best for these three thousand women--" Her imagination caught fire.

She saw her three thousand pioneers growing into three hundred thousand, into three million.

A moment of greatness fell upon her and in fancy she thus addressed her unsuspecting workers: "You are doing something useful--something that you can be proud of.