and Abe
she looked
up along
the path
edged with
shadowy
myrtle and
fern to
the stone
terrace,
and
falling in
love with
her
mother’s
profile
against a
lighted
door, was
about to
go there
when Mrs.
McKisco
came
hurrying
down from
the house.
She exuded
excitement.
In the
very
silence
with which
she pulled
out a
chair and
sat down,
her eyes
staring,
her mouth
working a
little,
they all
recognized
a person
cropfull
of news,
and her
husband’s
“What’s
