But read me some more Homer; I shall be very glad to listen.' Reardon reached for the book again, but not readily.

His face showed disappointment.

Their evenings together had never been the same since the birth of the child; Willie was always an excuse--valid enough--for Amy's feeling tired.

The little boy had come between him and the mother, as must always be the case in poor homes, most of all where the poverty is relative.

Reardon could not pass the subject without a remark, but he tried to speak humorously.
'There ought to be a huge public creche in London.