You won't have to go back and forth alone," said Harry.
Maria said nothing; she continued her work.
Her father turned his paper and looked at the stock-list.

Once he had owned a hundred shares of one of the Industrials.

He had long since sold out, not at a loss, but the stock had risen since.

He always noted it with an odd feeling of proprietorship, in spite of not owning any.

He saw with pride that it had advanced half a point.
Maria worked silently; and as she worked she dreamed, and the dream was visible on her face, had any one been astute enough to understand it.