"Sit down, sit down," Mrs. Farley said. "I--we----" She was trembling all over. She wept because of the rightness of things. "Such a glare!" She tottered to the shade. Her silk dress rustled. "There, Mrs. Farley. We're all right. An experience like this is good for all of us. Christ has taught us to forgive our enemies and when we do I believe we never have cause to regret it." Mr. Price sat down awkwardly and coughed severely into his mustache. His furtive gaze traveled malignantly about the shabby room. "How-d'ye-do, Mrs. Price? Mr. Price?" Alice walked heavily in among them. Mrs. Price turned around, disconcerted. Their hands touched. Alice seemed to take charge of things. Mrs. Price suddenly felt weak and was obliged to seat herself. Winnie was annoyed. She went up to Alice plaintively. "Oh, I'm so happy, Alice!" She wept. Alice was still, like a warm rock. "We're happy to see you happy." As Alice remained gruff and unmoved Winnie became more humble. "You don't look like it. Please let me be happy, Alice. I can't if--if----" "Nonsense," Alice said. Winnie smiled mistily at everybody. "Come sit by me. I want to see my dear little girl." Mrs. Price disliked Alice, who remained hard and kind while Winnie cried with happiness. "You're not well, I know. Mrs. Farley wrote me. There, there. We must begin to take better care of you." Mrs. Price pulled Winnie to her. Winnie's eyes, rapacious with humility, were lifted again. Mr. Farley came in, casting a rapid glance around the group. His smile was patient. Fear made him tired. "Well, well--we're so--Mrs. Price." He stopped before her, not sure that she would shake hands with him. She gave him her finger tips and he took them miserably. "Yes, I'm sure you all enjoy seeing Winnie happy," Mrs. Price said. She was cold and kind. Mr. Farley knew what she was thinking of--Helen out in Kansas City. They had spoken of the old scandal in objecting to Winnie's marriage. "Mr. Price?" "Hello, Farley. Hello." Mr. Price got up reluctantly. His hand clasp was a condescension. Mr. Farley had given his hand limply. His mouth bent with acceptance. His smile was still tolerant but a little bitter, and he did not look up. "Winnie comes first, Farley. Time to disagree about other things later." "I hope we are through with disagreements." "Yes, Farley, I hope we are. Ahem." Mr. Price sat down again abruptly. "I'm so happy, Papa Farley!" Winnie's eyes. He shuddered, trying not to see them, fearful that he would forget to smile. "I'm glad you are, dear." Winnie clapped her hands and turned once more to her mother. "Bobby! You haven't seen Bobby! Oh, he's the dearest----He's upstairs taking a nap." Alice stood defiantly in the center of the gloomy room, her feet apart, her stout hips set out. "Want me to see if he's awake?"