Susette became a person, wee but very intimate.
In the park on those lovely days of May, Ethel liked to feel herself a part of the small world of nurses and mothers who chatted or sewed while children played and motor cars went purring by.

There were little distractions; for Susette was a sociable creature, and the small friends she discovered brought Ethel into conversation with the women who had them in charge.

Several of the mothers were French--very French in the way they dressed, in the way they sewed, in their quick gestures, shrugs and smiles and their pretty, broken English.

They lent a piquant novelty to motherhood in Ethel's eyes.
At times she thought of Amy.

Why had Amy missed all this! How had she been able to keep away from this adorable child of hers! Ethel saw in the windows of shops the most tempting garments for small girls.