“How can I, as things are?”

“Well, be friendly, anyhow,” he argued.  “That’s not asking much.  I suppose he’d cut my throat if he knew, but I’m a straight-to-the-mark sort of person, and I know this:  what this house does the town will do.”

“I’ll talk to Mr. Wheeler.  I don’t know.  I’ll say this, Mr. Bassett.  I won’t make her unhappy.  She has borne a great deal, and sometimes I think her life is spoiled.  She is very different.”

“If she is suffering, isn’t it possible she cares for him?”

But Margaret did not think so.  She was so very calm.  She was so calm that sometimes it was alarming.

“He gave her a ring, and the other day I found it, tossed into a drawer full of odds and ends.  I haven’t seen it lately; she may have sent it back.”

Elizabeth came home shortly before Christmas, undeniably glad to be back and very gentle with them all.  She set to work almost immediately on the gifts, wrapping them and tying them with methodical exactness, sticking a tiny sprig of holly through the ribbon bow, and writing cards with neatness and care.  She hung up wreaths and decorated the house, and when she was through with her work she went to her room and sat with her hands folded, not thinking.  She did not think any more.

Wallie had sent her a flexible diamond bracelet as a Christmas gift and it lay on her table in its box.  She was very grateful, but she had not put it on.

On the morning before Christmas Nina came in, her arms full of packages, and her eyes shining and a little frightened.  She had some news for them.  She hadn’t been so keen about it, at first, but Leslie was like a madman.  He was so pleased that he was ordering her that sable cape she had wanted so.  He was like a different man.  And it would be July.

Elizabeth kissed her.  It seemed very unreal, like everything else.  She wondered why Leslie should be so excited, or her mother crying.  She wondered if there was something strange about her, that it should see so small and unimportant.  But then, what was important?  That one got up in the morning, and ate at intervals, and went to bed at night?  That children came, and had to be fed and washed and tended, and cried a great deal, and were sick now and then?

She wished she could feel something, could think it vital whether Nina should choose pink or blue for her layette, and how far she should walk each day, and if the chauffeur drove the car carefully enough.  She wished she cared whether it was going to rain to-morrow or not, or whether some one was coming, or not coming.  And she wished terribly that she could care for Wallie, or get over the feeling that she had saved her pride at a cost to him she would not contemplate.

After a time she went upstairs and put on the bracelet.  And late in the afternoon she went out and bought some wool, to make an afghan.  It eased her conscience toward Nina.  She commenced it that evening while she waited for Wallie, and she wondered if some time she would be making an afghan for a coming child of her own.  Hers and Wallace Sayre’s.