"To all intents and purposes, it's finished," he gasped.
"Thank God," I murmured faintly.
"It will be an awful loss to me," he stated mournfully.
"It isn't dead yet," I said with feeble jocularity.
"It is sad to see your children leave you. To watch them step out into a cold, inhospitable world," he went on.
"A warm, welcoming world," I amended dishonestly. "You haven't told me what it is called yet."
"It isn't called anything. I want you to be its god-mother, Charlotte. What about 'Whither'?"
"Too like a pamphlet," I was glad to be on firm ground again.
"I thought about 'Fate's Laboratory,' but it isn't very rhythmical, is it?"
"Not very," I agreed.