If you will only see that you are both to blame and yet neither to blame, then you can rise above it.

Try, dear!" Something that was in the girl imparted itself to the wife, electrically.

She pulled herself together, rose silently, and started toward the house.

Her face was rigid, but no longer sullen.

Lily followed her slowly, wonderingly.
As she neared the kitchen door, she saw Sim still sitting at the table; his face was unusually grave and soft.