In the Closed Room

The playing today was even a lovelier, happier thing than it had ever been before . . . .  Frontispiece

She often sat curving her small long fingers backward

They gazed as if they had known each other for ages of years

“Come and play with me”

She must go and stand at the door and press her cheek against the wood and wait—­and listen

She began to mount the stairs which led to the upper floors

The ledge of the window was so low that a mere step took her outside

“I’m going up to play with the little girl, mother . . .  You don’t mind, do you?”