In spite of her brave words the day before, when Mary left the house for the office in the morning, a feeling of uncertainty and regret weighed upon her, and made her pensive.

More than once she cast a backward look at the things she was leaving behind--love, the joys of youth, the pleasure places of the world to see, romance, heart's ease, and "skies for ever blue." At the memory of Wally's phrase she grew more thoughtful than before.
"But would they be for ever blue ?" she asked herself.

"I guess every woman in the world expects them to be, when she marries.

Yes, and they ought to be, too, an awful lot more than they are.

Oh, I'm sure there's something wrong somewhere....