"The only thing we can do, it seems to me, is to try to make it easier
for each other. May I ask one question?"
She nodded, mutely.
"Would you rather that your little boy was found?--or that he wasn't
found?"
She wheeled away, speaking only after a minute's thought, and from the
other side of the room. "I'd rather that he was found--of course--if I
could be sure that he _was_ found."
"How would you know when you were sure?"