And at first, as he felt what a fight she was making, Roger glorified her pluck.

As he watched her with her children at table, smiling at their talk with an evident effort to enter in, and again with her baby snug in her lap while she read bedtime stories to Bob and little Tad at her side, he kept noticing the resemblance between his daughter and his wife.

How close were these two members of his family drawing together now, one of them living, the other dead.
But later, as the weeks wore on, she began to plan for her children.

She planned precisely how to fit them all into the house in town, she planned the hours for their meals, for their going alone or with the nurse or a maid to their different private schools, to music lessons, to dancing school and uptown to the park to play.

She planned their fall clothes and she planned their friends.