Yes, this daughter of his was a wonderful woman, living a big useful life, taking a leading part in work which would certainly brighten the lives of millions of children still unborn.

Again he felt the tonic of it.

Here was a glimmer of hope in the world, here was an antidote to war.

He finished the column and glanced up.
Edith was still sewing.

He thought of her plan to sell all she possessed in order to put her children back in their expensive schools uptown.
"Why can't she save her money ?" he thought.