heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the sim- plest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be bur- dened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the
