“I’ll try to remember,” said Herbert. He bent his head over his hands on the mantelshelf. “I’ve been selfish,” he said. “Blinded with selfishness and self-conceit. God forgive me.”
“Perhaps we have all been a little selfish,” said Mrs. Heywood quietly. “But we shall have some one else to think about now. A new life, Herbert. A new life is coming to us all!”
“Hush!” said Herbert. “Here’s Clare.”
The mother and son stood listening to the voice of Clare singing in the hall. She was singing the old nursery rhyme of—=
```"Sing a song of sixpence,
```A pocket-full of rye,
```Four and twenty blackbirds
```Baked in a pie,
```When the pie was opened——-“=
Mrs. Heywood smiled into her son’s eyes.