"It is not a puzzle," said Mrs. Amber, overflowing with feeling so that she had to remove and wipe her glasses; "it is just the most natural and ordinary and beautiful thing in the world."
He sat forward quickly, beginning to have some glimmer of her significance.
"You can't mean—"
"You and Marie are going to be blessed with another child."
"'Blessed'?" said Osborn, after a short pause, "'blessed'?"
"Blessed!" repeated Mrs. Amber anxiously.
"Some people," said Osborn, "have rum ideas about blessings."
"Won't you go in and see Marie and tell her you're pleased?"
"Is she awake?"
"I expect she is; most women would be," said Mrs. Amber slowly.