"Well, I've read a great deal of other people's wisdom. I've lived and watched and studied people. I don't know; how does any artist acquire what he gives out? It's like breath, you inhale atmosphere outside of you, make it part of your blood and tissue, exhale it something quite different--essentially yours!" "And I've been living along with you, just thinking you were any woman." "I am--just that--and I've written the story of any woman in the world to-day. Why didn't you like it, Jerry?" "Because I don't like what you say--we've gone over it so often." "It wasn't convincing to you, then?" "I don't know. I was mainly interested in how you were doing it. I'm going to read it again and see if what you say is really sense." She laid her hands on his shoulders. "Jerry, promise. Read it with an open mind. Pretend you haven't any prejudices in the matter and give me a chance." He laughed, then sobered quickly. "This business is terribly upsetting, Jane. I'm all in. I'm going for a walk before lunch. By the way, the announcement is in the morning papers," he added as he left. She seized the _Times_ and ran through the book advertisements. There it was: "'Wisdom Hath Builded Her a House,' by Jane Paxton. A remarkable book by a new author, ready May 15th." She read it over and over with a beating heart. She carried it over to Baby and showed it to him. He reached for it, with apparent interest. "Sonny boy, this is about your little sister. She was born of your mother, just as truly as you were. Will you love her and be proud of her? She already knows and loves you." The telephone called her and Martin's voice answered her question. "You've seen the announcements?" "Yes, yes--and you?" "I've only just read it. I'm so thrilled--I feel as if I could sing or cry." "Dear child! I could not come to tell you my congratulations, because I must go away again this afternoon, so this is my compromise." "I never was so happy, Martin." "Oh, that is right; I'm happy, too, and I prophesy again a fine future for you, Jane Judd." "My dear master!" "Master? Humph, not I!" "I told Jerry. He read the book last night." "Oh? What does our Jerry say to that?" "He's very upset. He hates careers for married women--he doesn't want me to have one--but he sat up all night to read the book." Martin's laugh interrupted her. "Thank Heaven, his artist instinct is quite unrelated to his mind!" She laughed at that. "He is impressed with my artistry but he dislikes my ideas." "Dear soul, you've got a problem there, but I know your faculty for solving them." "It's easier in books than in life, Martin." "Yes, but the satisfaction is greater." "I'm so used to the thought of my work, that I had never foreseen what a bomb it would explode among my family and friends." "Well, here's to a big, public explosion and subsequent fame. My thoughts will be with you." "Thanks, dear friend, come back to us soon."