"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CONCOCTING THIS, MOTHER?" Frontispiece
THE CONVERSATION DROPPED, JUST AS THE VOICE OF THE ORATOR ROSE TO HIS PERORATION
AS SHE SAW MARCIA HER FACE LIT UP
THIS MORNING HE FOUND HER ALL GIRLISH GENTLENESS AND APPEAL
"I DO WISH I COULD HELP YOU"
MARCIA WAS SINGING, IN A LOW VOICE AS SHE CAME
HE SAT STILL, STUDYING HIS MOTHER'S STRONG, LINED FACE
NOW SUDDENLY—HERE WAS A FRIEND—ON WHOM TO LEAN
