"That's very temperamental," she said with a shrug. "Sometimes I believe you think more of your work than you do of your family."
"I love you both," he answered gently. "And I don't love you and Davy
Junior less because I think so much of the work."
It was a fleeting shadow. Those months of preparation and hope were the happiest they had had since the panic began.
Only once did his faith waver. It was on the day when Dick Holden, a roll of plans under his arm, came into the office.
"Davy, are you too busy to do a little job for me?"
That was the formula Dick, who was very thoughtful in little things, always used when he turned work over to David.
"I guess I can make room—with crowding." That was the reply David, with a smile only half humorous, always made. "What is it?"
"I want you to make one of your pretty-pretty pictures of some church plans I'm making."
"What church?"
"St. Christopher's."