"That's gone," she declared, with a swallow.
Her acquaintance with young Mrs.Grewe was still the one bright spot at such times.

When Ethel felt blue she would go upstairs to the sunny new home that was to be hers; and there the blithe welcome she received restored her own belief in herself.

Mrs.Grewe would often lead her to talk of her home in Ohio, the eager dreams and plans of her girlhood; and on her side, the young widow gave pictures of life in London and Paris as she had seen it so many times.

They still shopped together occasionally.
But one afternoon about six o'clock, as Ethel's car drew up at the door and she and her one friend got out, Joe came along--and with one quick angry look he hurried into the building.

Quite furious and ashamed for him, Ethel turned to her companion--but Mrs.Grewe smiled queerly and held out her small gloved hand.
"Good-bye, my dear, it has been so nice--this afternoon and all the others." Her tone was a curious mixture of amused defiance and real regret.