But it was almost a year before Dorothy thought of her cousins
again, and then the proud Nancy wrote her that the arrival of Anne
Bradley was daily expected, and no plans could be made at present.
Anne duly came, a rose of a baby, and Nancy said that luck came
with her.

Certainly Anne was less than a week old when Bert told his wife
that old Souchard, whose annoying personality had darkened all
Bert's office days, had retired, gone back to Paris! And Bert was
head man, "in the field." His salary was not what Souchard's had
been, naturally, but the sixty dollars would be doubled, some
weeks, by commissions; there would be lots of commissions, now!
Now they could save, announced Nancy.

But they did not save. They moved again, to a pleasanter
apartment, and Hannah did washing and cooking, and Grace came, to
help with the children. Nancy began to make calls again, and had
the children's pictures taken, for Grandmother Bradley, and
sometimes gave luncheons, with cards to follow. She and Bert could
go to the theatre again, and, if it was raining, could come home
in a taxicab.

It was a modest life, even with all this prosperity. Nancy had
still enough to do, mending piled up, marketing grew more
complicated, and on alternate Thursdays and Sundays she herself
had to fill Hannah's place, or Grace's place. They began to think
that life would be simpler in the country, and instead of taking
the children to the parks, as was their happy Sunday custom, they
went now to Jersey, to Westchester, and to Staten Island.