I'll run in and tell her I'll do it myself--just to get it off her mind." He went to his wife.

And when he came back his dark features appeared a little more drawn.
"Poor devil," thought Roger, "he's scared to death--just as I used to be myself." "Pretty tough on a woman, isn't it ?" Bruce muttered, smiling constrainedly.
"Did Baird say everything's going well ?" Baird was Edith's physician.
"Yes.

He was here this afternoon, and he said he'd be back this evening." Bruce stopped with a queer little scowl of suspense.

"I told her I'd see to the trip with the kiddies, and it seemed to relieve her a lot." His eye went to a pile of documents that lay on the desk before him.

"It'll play the very devil with business, taking three days off just now.