But I can't help feeling somehow that no two people with such an abundance of youth and money and happiness have the right to be so amazingly--selfish!" "They ought to have children," Roger said.
"But look at Edith," his daughter rejoined.

"She hasn't a single interest that I can find outside her home.

It seems to have swallowed her, body and soul." A frowning look of perplexity swept over Deborah's mobile face, and with a whimsical sigh she exclaimed, "Oh, this queer business of families!" In December there came a little crash.

Late one evening Laura came bursting in upon them in a perfect tantrum, every nerve in her lithe body tense, her full lips visibly quivering, her voice unsteady, and her big black eyes aflame with rage.

She was jealous of her husband and "that nasty little cat!" Roger learned no more about it, for Deborah motioned him out of the room.