many Louises,” said Hannah. “And waiting doesn’t do, somehow. You’re an early marrier, Horace. The steady, dependable kind. I’d be a pretty poor sort of mother, wouldn’t I, if — — ” etc.

Horace’s first job took him out to South America. He was jubilant, excited, remorseful, eager, downcast, all at once. He and Louise were married a month before the time set for leaving and she went with him. It was a job for a young and hardy and adventurous. On the day they left, Hannah felt, for the first time in her life, bereaved, widowed, cheated.

There followed, then, ten years of hard work and rigid economy. She lived in good boarding houses, and hated them. She hated them so much that, toward the end, she failed even to find amusement in