The House of Toys
Still later, "Jim," she said to her almost sleeping husband, "I'm worried. I'm afraid David and Shirley will get themselves engaged."
"Won't hurt 'em," grunted Jim.
"But they might get married."
"People do it sometimes. Be good for him. Life's been too easy for Davy."
"I feel responsible. Couldn't you speak to Davy and warn him to go slow?"
"I thought," mumbled Jim, "you were a wise woman," and dropped off to sleep.
At the same late hour David was sitting at the window of his darkened room, smoking pipe after pipe, gazing raptly up at the moon-lit sky. "By George!" he would breathe ecstatically, "By George!" as though he had been seeing something wonderful in ecclesiastical architecture. In fact he was planning that wondrous house of love, none the less entrancing for that many other young lovers had designed it before.
Every day during Shirley