For from her friend, Madge Deering, whose girls were well along in their 'teens, she heard of deeper problems.

The girls were so inquisitive.

Dauntlessly Madge was facing each month the most disturbing questions.

Thank Heaven, Edith had only one daughter.

Sons were not quite so baffling.
So she had groped her way along.
When her father and Deborah arrived, placidly she asked them what they had been doing.