Life was so quiet over the sea, things were so old and mellow there.

He resumed, too, his horseback rides, and on the way home he would stop in for a visit with Edith and her baby.

The wee boy grew funnier every day, with his sudden kicks and sneezes, his waving fists and mighty yawns.
And Roger felt drawn to his daughter here, for in these grateful seasons of rest that followed the birth of each of her children, Edith loved to lie very still and make new plans for her small brood.
Only once she spoke of Laura, and then it was to suggest to him that he gather together all the bills his daughter had doubtless left behind.
"If you don't settle them," Edith said, "they'll go to her husband.

And you wouldn't like that, would you ?" Roger said he would see to it, and one evening after dinner he started in on Laura's bills.

It was rather an appalling time.