"You." A hand caught hers. "Try. He's simply giving his life to the cause."
There was a silence a little while. The tears were wet upon Myra's cheeks.
"Mrs. Blaine."
"Yes, dear."
"Tell me about yourself—what you've been doing—both of you."
And as Mrs. Blaine told her, time and time again Myra laughed softly, or was glad the darkness concealed those unbidden tears.
But as Mrs. Blaine spoke of the attack of Marrin's men, Myra was thrilled.
"But what happened afterward?" she cried. "Isn't he in danger now?
Mightn't there be another attack?"
Joe's mother's voice rang.
"Afterward? It was wonderful. The whole neighborhood rose to Joe's side. They even started a subscription to rebuild the press. Oh, the people here are amazing!"