And now--This was what came of taking a life and moulding it in
accordance with a predetermined plan. That was for God to do, not
man.

She sat down near her window and rocked slowly, to calm herself.
Outside the Sunday movement of the little suburban town went by:
the older Wheeler girl, Nina, who had recently married Leslie Ward,
in her smart little car; Harrison Miller, the cynical bachelor who
lived next door, on his way to the station news stand for the New
York papers; young couples taking small babies for the air in a
perambulator; younger couples, their eyes on each other and on the
future.

That, too, she reflected bitterly! Dick was in love. She had not
watched him for that very thing for so long without being fairly
sure now. She had caught, as simple David with his celibate heart
could never have caught, the tone in Dick's voice when he mentioned
the Wheelers. She had watched him for the past few months in
church on Sunday mornings, and she knew that as she watched him,
so he looked at Elizabeth.

And David was so sure! So sure.

The office door closed and Mrs. Morgan went out, a knitted scarf
wrapping her ears against the wind, and following her exit came the
slow ascent of David as he climbed the stairs to wash for dinner.

She stopped rocking.

"David!" she called sharply.