He sat silent for a while and she watched from the window in a strange, still way.
“It’s not right nor necessary. I wish your mother were here.”
“I wouldn’t like her to see me a failure,” said Cecily with that note of complete depression.
“Don’t be foolish. You’re not a failure. How could any one with three fine, husky children be a failure?”
“It’s not enough to make success.”
She rose after a little and offered him a cigar.
“Some Dick left.”
“He’ll be back after them,” said Mr. Warner.
She smiled, but it was a tragic little smile.
“You’ll have to smile better than that for the children.”