Corinne had been terrorized by the tooting of the tugboats;being passed from arms to arms had sustained her upset. Now she lay on the floor of the car in a cream-colored Carry-Cot they had bought in England. Just looking at its nickel studs and braces made Robert remember the carriage shop on Cowley Road, with its bright black rows of stately prams built as if for a lifetime; and indeed the English did wheel their children around until they were immense. Ah ,the dear, rosy English; he began, with a soft reversal of blood, to feel homesick for them. Could he never rest?