Laura was getting her trousseau.

Deborah, said Edith, had time for nothing on earth but school.
"Suppose I take them," Roger ventured.

But she only smiled at this.

"My dear," he urged, "your nurse will be with me, and when we arrive there's the farmer's wife." But Edith impatiently shook her head.

Her warm bright eyes seemed to picture it all, hour by hour, day and night, her children there without her.
"You poor dear," she told him, "you haven't the slightest idea what it means.