Driving this car through crowded streets amid a clamour and blare of horns and shouts and peals of laughter, the look on Joe's face made Ethel see how this dulled his grief, how he lost himself and his questionings and became a mere part of the town.

What a glamourous seething town! There was something terrific to her in its laugh.

If you stopped to think and ask yourself, "What are we all doing here ?" how soon it jostled you back into line! So passed another fortnight.

Then Joe grew quieter, and with relief she saw he was ready to stay home.

She herself felt tired and relaxed; and it was good to sit at home on these December evenings and feel that both had partly emerged from the sea of doubts in which they had been plunged.