No flat was ever built that was big enough for two families.”

“But you’re not a family, Mother. You’re us.”

Hannah, though, was wiser than that.

She went up to Madison for Horace’s commencement. He was very proud of his youthful looking, well-dressed, intelligent mother. He introduced her, with pride, to the fellows. But there was more than pride in his tone when he brought up Louise. Hannah knew then, at once. Horace had said that he would start to pay back his mother for his university training with the money earned from his very first job. But now he and Hannah had a talk. Hannah hid her own pangs — quite natural pangs of jealousy and something very like resentment.

“There aren’t