And in the midst of his work he still listened.

As he sat and dreamed he listened and sometimes he was very deep in thought--sitting with his arms folded and his eyes troubled and questioning of the space into which he looked.

The time was really not very long, but it began to seem so to her.
"But some day--soon--he will tell me," she thought.
* * * * * One afternoon Donal walked into a room where a number of well-dressed women were talking, drinking tea and knitting or crocheting.

It had begun already to be the fashion for almost every woman to carry on her arm a work bag and produce from its depths at any moment without warning something she was making.

In the early days the bag was usually highly decorated and the article being made was a luxury.