“What are you working at?”

“Nothing.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Sex.”

“Oh! That’s always the matter with everybody.”

“But I’ve thought of something.”

“What?”

“Women don’t love their children.”

Logan roared with laughter, and he went on laughing because he enjoyed it. It was long since he had laughed so easily.

“Most of them do,” he said. “Even if they’ve hated having them.”