In the car he tucked a very tired and comfort-desiring Susan in the shelter of his great arm.

There was something pathetically tender in the gathering of the child to him.

Barbara with her delicate woman's sense felt the harmonics of chords swept within him.

And when we reached home and were alone together, she said with tears very near her eyes: "Poor old Jaff.

What a waste of a life!" "My dear," I replied, "so said Doria.