here was a patter of running feet on the stairs and then a girl of twenty, or thereabout, came into the room. Any man would have said she was a blessing. Her hair "was yellow like ripe corn," and her vivid blue eyes held depth and character and charm.
"Look!" exclaimed Parker. "What do you think of this stuff?"
For a moment there was silence. Then Allen Parker saw something he had never before seen in his wife's face for him or his work—a look of complete disgust.
"I wouldn't have believed you capable of doing anything so ... so horrid!" she said coldly. "How could you?"
"I don't know!" His arms, which had been ready to take her to him for comfort, dropped. "The work has been ... difficult, lately. As though something were pulling at my mind. But not like this! It isn't me!"
"It must be you, since it came out of you!" She turned away and moved restlessly to one of the windows.
"Through me!" muttered Parker. "Ideas come!"
"You'll have to do something!"
"But what? I don't know what to do!"