"Energy in larger units, affinities gathering strength and flowing
together with power!" said Curtin. "Everyone has seen it and felt it in
some wise. When it is blamable, unguided, 'mob spirit'! When it is
praised, '_esprit de corps_, mass heroism, mass enthusiasm,
conflagration of genius, voice of the people, unity of spirit,' what
not! Most folk have a glimpse of the fact that there is an ocean of
desire, emotion, will, as well as rivers and rivulets."
Marget came and sat with them on the steps of the little summer-house in
the flower garden. She wore a great check apron, denoting housekeeping
and helping Zinia. She sat down beside them. "What have you been doing,
Marget?"
"Once a week Zinia and I have a general straightening day. Then my
mother and I have been visiting together."
"Truly, truly, Marget?"
"Truly. But in a little wider order, my dear, a little wider order! The
order above this order--into which this will melt. Mother and father,
and Will and Edgar."
"Two of those are living and two are dead."