If Joe were out very late at night, Amy would almost invariably grow uneasy and absentminded, and there would be a challenging note in the way she greeted him on his return.

On one such occasion Ethel was in Amy's room.

She went out when Joe came in; but a queer little gasping sigh behind gave her a start and a swift thrill, for although she did not turn around she knew they were in each other's arms.

And again, late one afternoon when the sisters came home and found Joe at work with a tired anxious look on his face, his wife came up behind him.

And the picture of her small gloved hand upon Joe's heavy shoulder remained in Ethel's memory.