Once in two months she had cut Roger's hair, and the rest of the time she had let him alone, except for something really worth while--a broken arm, for example, or church.

She had stuck to the essentials!...

But Edith was not old-fashioned, nor was she alive to this modern age.

In short, she was neither here nor there! Then from the nursery above, her smallest boy was heard to cry.

With a little sigh of weariness, quickly she rose and went upstairs, and a few moments later to Roger's ears came a low, sweet, soothing lullaby.