She stood for a moment irresolutely with the pin in her fingers, then she jammed it determinedly back into the photograph again, and returned to her sewing.

I almost think there were tears in her eyes.
"No," she said half aloud, "I won't spoil it yet.

We'll have one more pleasant night with everything just as it is, and then I'll go to work and pull all to pieces at once.

It's the easiest way." Just then a foot sounded on the steps, and a knock was heard.

Clover opened the door, and gave an exclamation of pleasure.