sitancy.
Jordan was radiant with joy: "It is so good, children, to see that you
all love each other, so good," he said with visible emotion.

"Daniel, you must move up into Father's quarters at once," said
Gertrude. "Your piano, bed, and all your things must be taken up, and
Eleanore will move into your room. I have already spoken to Father about
it, and he feels that it will be a good arrangement. He will be very
quiet so as not disturb you. The crying of the baby would make it
impossible for you to work."

"It is a very practical solution of the problem," said Jordan, speaking
for Daniel, and looked down at his frayed coat-sleeves, which he tried
to conceal by hiding them behind his back. "I am also glad that Eleanore
will be with you. A man, you know, has a habit of going to bed long
before a woman quits her daily work. Is that not true, my son-in-law?"
With that he clapped Daniel on the shoulder.

"During Gertrude's confinement I will sleep here in her room," said
Eleanore, avoiding Daniel's eyes as she said so. "She cannot stay alone,
and it costs too much to keep a nurse."

"Exactly," said Jordan, and went to the door. But he turned around: "I
should like to know," he asked in a tone of great grief, "who has been
at Gertrude's and Eleanore's pictures. The one is covered with spots of
blood, and the other has a hole punched in it. Isn't that very strange?
I can't understand it: I can't imagine who could have done me this
injury." He shook his head and went out.

"Do you realise that to-morrow is the first of November?" asked
Gertrude. "Have you the rent ready? Did Father make any money last
month?"

"No, he didn't," replied Eleanore, "but I have almost enough to pay the
landlord."

It was no longer possible to depend upon Jordan. He was supported by his
children, and seemed to find the arrangement neither strange nor
humiliating. At times he would allude in a mysterious way to a big
enterprise that was going to claim the whole of his attention and bring
him a great deal of money and honour. But if you asked him about it, he
would wrinkle his brow and put his finger to his lips.

"I owe the man more than the rent," said Daniel. He kissed Gertrude on
the forehead, and went out.

"Put the child in the cradle, and come over here," said Gertrude to
Eleanore, as soon as Daniel had closed the door behind him. Eleanore did
as she had been told. The baby was asleep. She took it up, looked at its
wrinkled face, a