And she had thought: "You poor man.

How hard you have been working." And yet she could not say he looked tired, for at dinner his talk had been almost boyish in its welcoming good humour.

Later he had drawn her aside and had said with a touch of awkwardness: "No use in talking about it, of course.

I just want you to know I'm so glad you're here." She had clutched his hand: "That's nice of you, Joe." And then she had turned from him, and with a sudden quiver inside she had added quite inaudibly: "Oh, Dad, dearest! I'm so homesick! Just this minute--if I could be back!" But she had liked Joe that evening.
She remembered the hungry light in his eyes.

He and Amy had soon gone to their room.