I have always had a warm corner in my heart for little Phyllis Gedge, ever since she was a blue-eyed child.

My wife had a great deal to do with it.

She was a woman of dauntless courage and clear vision into the heart of things.

I find many a reflection of her in Betty.

Perhaps that is why I love Betty so dearly.
Some strange, sweet fool feminine of gentle birth and deplorable upbringing fell in love with a vehemently socialistic young artisan by the name of Gedge and married him.