She kept out of Amy's room.

It had subtly changed and become Joe's room--to her mind at least--though by little things he said and did she knew that Joe was keeping that idealized image of his wife still warm and living in his mind.
But was he--altogether?
At times she would frown to herself a bit.

Joe loyal?
Yes, of course he was, she would indignantly declare.

In a novel Ethel had once read, the hero who had lost his wife had taken his grief in this same silent way; and the author had laid it down as a law that all quiet widowers are the kind who never, never marry again.

This thought had taken root in her mind; and she applied it now to Joe.
Soon at his suggestion she began to use some of Amy's things.