15/34 But she was afraid to say it, to speak of that unspeakable new thing, her hidden hope of motherhood. He covered her hands with his to keep them still. But I think it was a little hard on poor old Stanistreet." "Sometimes I wonder if it _was_ fair. He used to say things; but I didn't take them in at the time. I didn't understand; and somehow now, I feel as if it had never happened. |