One evening about two months later Ethel was dressing for dinner.

As usual they were dining alone, but long ago she had taken the habit of dressing each night as though there were people coming.

Amy had taught her to do that; and after the death of her sister she had always made a point of "keeping up" for Joe's sake, although often it had been an effort.

But it was no effort now.

She had been here for nearly an hour, absorbed in this pleasant, leisurely art that had such a new meaning and delight.