"Now, now," he muttered, uneasily, "it's going to be all right, you know--" And at that she gave him a rapid glance out of those warm hunted eyes, as though to ask, "What do you know of this ?" And Roger flinched and turned to the door.
Bruce was working at his desk, with an old briar pipe in his teeth.

He looked up with a quick nervous smile which showed his dread of the coming ordeal, but his voice had a carefully casual tone.
"Does she want me now ?" he asked.
"No," said Roger.

And he told of her plan for the children.

"I volunteered myself," he added, "but she wouldn't hear to it." "Oh, my God, man, you wouldn't do," said Bruce, in droll disparagement.
"You with forty-nine bottles of pasteurized milk?
Suppose you smashed one?
Where'd you be?
Moving our family isn't a job; it's a science, and I've got my degree." He rose and his face softened.

"Poor girl, she mustn't worry like that.