author - "Philip Wylie"
e faced with it. He murmured: "A baby."Faint annoyance moved her. "Yes. That's what one has. What are we going to do?" "I don't know, Matilda. But I'm glad." She softened. "So am I, Abednego." Then a hissing, spattering sound issued from the kitchen. "The beans!" Mrs. Danner said. The second idyll of their lives was finished. Alone in his bed, tossing on the humid muslin sheets, Danner struggled within himself. The hour that was at hand would be
e faced with it. He murmured: "A baby."Faint annoyance moved her. "Yes. That's what one has. What are we going to do?" "I don't know, Matilda. But I'm glad." She softened. "So am I, Abednego." Then a hissing, spattering sound issued from the kitchen. "The beans!" Mrs. Danner said. The second idyll of their lives was finished. Alone in his bed, tossing on the humid muslin sheets, Danner struggled within himself. The hour that was at hand would be