He caught a flash of something unspoken in her eyes.

It was a lonely place for a woman, alone, without children, and he spoke about children to Sandy, smiling.

They should have children--a lot of them.
Sandy blushed, and Olaf let out a boom of laughter.

But the woman's face was unflushed and serious; only her eyes betrayed her, something wistful and appealing in them as she looked at Sandy.
"We're building a new cabin," he said, "and there's two rooms in it specially for kids." There was pride in his voice as he made pretense to light a pipe that was already lighted, and pride in the look he gave his young wife.

A moment later Ellen McCormick deftly covered with her apron something which lay on a little table near the door through which Alan had to pass to enter his sleeping-room.