"Don't sew any more, mother."
"But it soothes me, Joe."
"Mother!"
"Yes."
Joe spoke awkwardly.
"Are you perfectly satisfied down here? Did we do the right thing?"
His mother's eyes flashed, as of old.
"We did," she cried in her youthful voice. "It's real—it's absorbing.
And I'm very proud of myself."
"Proud? You?"
"Yes, proud!" she laughed. "Joe, when a woman reaches my age she has a right to be proud if young folks seek her out and talk with her and make her their confidante. It shows she's not a useless incumbrance, but young!"