I'll let you know as soon as I know myself." Henry, passing the Ayres house on his way home, fancied he heard again a sob, but this time it was so stifled that he was not sure.
"It's mighty queer work, anyway," he thought.

He thought also that though he should have liked a son, he was very glad that he and Sylvia had not owned a daughter.

He was fond of Rose, but, although she was a normal girl, she often gave him a sense of mystery which irritated him.
Had Henry Whitman dreamed of what was really going on in the Ayres house, he would have been devoutly thankful that he had no daughter.
He had in reality heard the sob which he had not been sure of.

It had come from Lucy's room.

Her mother was there with her.