This work of mine with children--well, it's like Edith's having a baby.

You have to do it while you're young." "That works both ways," her father growled.
"What do you mean ?" He hesitated: "Don't you want any children of your own ?" Again she turned her eyes toward his, then closed them and lay perfectly still.

"Now I've done it," he thought anxiously.

She reached over and took his hand.
"Let's talk of our summer's vacation," she said.
A little while later she fell asleep.
Downstairs he soon grew restless and after a time he went out for a walk.
But he felt tired and oppressed, and as he had often done of late he entered a little "movie" nearby, where gradually the pictures, continually flashing out of the dark, drove the worries from his mind.

For a half an hour they held his gaze.