"Some of the shops in St.Louis were half full of women--" With the help they gave her, Mary made up a list.
"Even if you could fill the places locally," said the first, "I think I'd get a few women from as many places as possible.

It spreads the idea--makes a bigger story--rounds out the whole scheme." After they had gone Mary sat thoughtful for a few minutes and then returned to the drawing room.

When she entered, Helen and Wally were seated on the music bench, and it seemed to Mary that they suddenly drew apart--or if I may express a distinction, that Wally suddenly drew apart while Helen played a chord upon the piano.
"Poor Wally," thought Mary a little later.

"I wish he wouldn't look like that when he sings....

Perhaps he feels like I felt this spring....