When the first worry was over, Yetta entered into a period of perfect peace.
All of Yetta's hostility melted before her frank greeting and morning kiss.
The next morning as Yetta went to the office she thought with some uneasiness of meeting Isadore.
Yetta went down the hall and knocked lightly at the parlor door.
These broken phrases made him shiver, especially as Yetta's expression, at first enigmatic, was now openly sardonic.
