Roger awoke the next morning feeling sore and weary, and later in his office it was hard to keep his mind on his work.

He thought of young Isadore Freedom.

He was glad he had met that boy, and so he felt toward Deborah's whole terrific family.

Confused and deafening as it was, there was something inspiring in it all.

But God save him from many such evenings! For half his life Roger had been a collector, not only of rings but of people, too, of curious personalities.