It is all going to be wonderfully attractive when they finish it." Ailsa mused for a moment.

Then: "I walked down this street to Fort Greene this afternoon," she began, "and the little rocky park was so sweet and fragrant with dogwood and Forsythia and new buds everywhere.

And I looked out over the rivers and the bay and over the two cities and, Steve, somehow--I don't know why--I found my eyes filling with tears.

I don't know why, Steve----" "Feminine sentiment," observed her cousin, smoking.
Mrs.Craig's fingers became restless on her husband's sleeve; she spoke at moments in soft, wistful tones, watching her younger daughters and their friends grouped under the trees in the dusk.
And all the time, whatever it was that had brought a new unease into her breast was still there, latent.

She had no name to give it, no reason, no excuse; it was too shadowy to bear analysis, too impalpable to be defined, yet it remained there; she was perfectly conscious of it, as she held her husband's sleeve the tighter.
"Curt, is business so plaguey poor because of all these politics ?" "My business is not very flourishing.