Louise are here. You don't want them to hear you crying, do you?"
"I was crying quietly," said Anna with dignity. Her tone accused Lillian of trying to snatch her simplest pleasure from her.
"Well, cheer up. The little blue bird of happiness isn't very far off now. Just around the next corner. April showers bring May flowers and besides it's raining violets."
"I know you're trying to cheer me up, Lillian, but please don't be silly. I don't feel like it."
"I'm cooking a gorge' dinner. A big, thick steak and French fried potatoes. Will you eat a lot?"
"Just some chicken broth, please."
"Oh, have some steak."
"It would catch in my throat, Lillian. Please, just some chicken broth."
Lillian went out, closing the door behind her. In the living-room she motioned to Hubert and he followed her to the kitchen.
"You'll have to go out again," she said. "Anna wants some chicken broth."
"All right."
"I hope you don't mind."
He was in the living-room putting on his coat. "No, I'll take the roadster this time," he called in to her.
"It's just about out of gas," Billy remarked. "It won't take you farther than around the corner to the garage."
"Oh," said Hubert.
Dinner was at a quarter of seven. Anna had her broth
