And as they began arriving, by swift degrees amid the buzz of talk which rose, Ethel could feel the room each moment change and become Amy's home.

And it was Amy's dinner, too.

No cooking of Emily's that night, for Joe had suggested a caterer.

"The one we've always used," he had said.

And so the cocktails and the wines and the food in many courses, the two waiters in evening clothes, and the talk and the shrieks of mirth, were just as they must have been before so many, many times in this room.