But she was not looking at me.

I was thinking of how Jerry had kissed and kissed Eunice a month ago, when we came away, as if he just couldn't let her go.

Jerry _is_ fond of Eunice, now that she's old enough to know something, and Eunice adores her father.

I knew that part was going to be hard.

And now to have Mother put it like that-- I began to talk then of Jerry.