“Increasing,” she said, with a catch in her voice.
Dick wheeled around.
“Why, Cecily,—why, you don’t mean we’re going to have another!”
She nodded at him, a medley of expressions on her face, all of them overlaid with that wondering question as to how he would take it.
“You’re sure?”
“Quite.”
They sat down and held each other rather tightly. Responsibilities, more than toys, more than novelties, spread before them. Then like a clear ray of light the same thought came to both of them.
“They’ll be great companions for each other.”
“I was thinking about that.”
Fliss came in that night. There was more than usual radiance in her face. She dashed up for a visit to the nursery, down again to show Dick a new dance step and Cecily felt a little wistful as she watched her. Waiting—illness—the stretch looked very long. She wondered what Fliss would say if she knew.