"No grown woman," she had declared, when she was eighteen, "has any excuse for a voice like mine." That was eleven years ago; and the voice she had acquired since, with its sweet magnetic quality, its clear and easy articulation, was to him an expression of Deborah's growth.

As she took off her coat and hat in the hall she said, in the same low tone as before, "Edith has been here, I suppose--" "Yes--" "I'm so sorry I missed her.

I tried to get home early, but it has been a busy night." Her voice sounded tired, comfortably so, and she looked that way as she came in.

Though only a little taller than Edith, she was of a sturdier build and more decided features.

Her mouth was large with a humorous droop and her face rather broad with high cheekbones.