"Judge Cutler told me some of the wonderful things you did here during the war.

But you don't want to be bothering with a factory as long as you live.

It's grubby, narrow work, and there's so much else in life, so much that's beautiful and--and wonderful--" For a fleeting moment a picture arose before Mary's eyes: a tired woman bending over a wash-tub with a crying child tugging at her skirt.

"So much that's beautiful--and wonderful"-- the words were still echoing around her, and almost without thinking she said a peculiar thing.
"Suppose we were poor," said she.
"But we aren't poor," smiled Wally.

"That's one reason why I want to take you away from this.