sounds and glaring light.

And though to-morrow would bring its reaction, and common
sense would have her again in its cold grip, she was radiant
to-night and glowing with the exaltation that comes with
creation. And over and over a voice within her was saying:

These are my people! These are my people!


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The ship that brought Theodore Brandeis to America was the
last of its kind to leave German ports for years. The day
after he sailed from Bremen came the war. Fanny Brandeis
was only one of the millions of Americans who refused to
accept the idea of war. She took it as a personal affront.
It was uncivilized, it was old fashioned, it was
inconvenient. Especially inconvenient. She had just come
from Europe, where she had negotiated a million-dollar deal.
War would mean that she could not get the goods ordered.
Consequently there could be no war.

Theodore landed the first week in August. Fanny stole two
days from the ravenous bins to meet him in New York. I
think she must have been a very love-hungry woman in the
years since her mother's death. She had never admitted it.
But only emotions denied to the point of starvation could
have been so shaken now at the thought of the feast before
them. She had trained herself to think of him as Theodore