He went out with dignity, and Elmira heard him on the stairs.

"He's goin' to dress up," she thought.
She sat down by the window, well behind the curtain, that any one approaching might not see her, and waited.

She had wakened that morning as into a new birth of sense, and greeted the world with helpless childish weeping, but now she was beginning to settle comfortably into this strange order of things.

Her face, as she sat thus, wore the ready curves of smiles instead of tears.

Elmira was one whose strength would always be in dependence.