The cloud which had come on Deborah's face was lifted in an instant.
"I think, George," she answered gently, "that you'd better let your mother do what she thinks best for you.

It _will_ make things easier here in the house," she added, to her sister, "but I wish you could have Hannah, too." "Oh, I'll manage nicely now," said Edith.

And with a slight smile of triumph she resumed her dinner.
"The war won't last forever," muttered Roger uneasily.

And to himself: "But suppose it _should_ last--a year or more." He did not approve of Edith's scheme.

"It's burning her bridges all at once, for something that isn't essential," he thought.