He dropped his head back, stared at the cornice, and said with the soft malignity of a clever person dealing with the slow-witted.
"These subtle discontents are often the most difficult to deal with." Sharply he turned to Margaret. "How would you remind him?"
"Take him something the boy wore, some toy he played with."
Their eyes met wisely.
"It would have to be you that did it."
Her face assented.
Kitty said:
"I don't understand. How does it matter so much?" She repeated it twice before she broke the silence that Margaret's wisdom had brought down on us. Then Dr. Anderson, rattling the keys in his trousers-pockets and swelling red and perturbed, answered:
"I don't know, but it does."
Kitty's voice soared in satisfaction.