With the usual delay and reluctance the children brought their work to an end, kissed their mother and went up to bed.

And Edith continued sewing.

Presently she smiled to herself.

Little Tad had been so droll that day.
On the third page of his paper, Roger's glance was arrested by a full column story concerning Deborah's meeting that night.

And as in a long interview he read here in the public print the same things she had told him at supper, he felt a little glow of pride.