She saw in Carley no change--a fact that somehow rebounded sweetly on Carley's consciousness.

Elsie prattled of herself and her husband and how they had worked to earn this little home, and then the baby.
When Carley saw the adorable dark-eyed, pink-toed, curly-fisted baby she understood Elsie's happiness and reveled in it.

When she felt the soft, warm, living little body in her arms, against her breast, then she absorbed some incalculable and mysterious strength.

What were the trivial, sordid, and selfish feelings that kept her in tumult compared to this welling emotion?
Had she the secret in her arms?
Babies and Carley had never become closely acquainted in those infrequent meetings that were usually the result of chance.

But Elsie's baby nestled to her breast and cooed to her and clung to her finger.