“I know a funny thing to think when I’m alone.”
Mrs. Waterlow is looking at her as if she could never stop looking, and saying:
“Thank you, and thank you, God, for giving me my darling darlingest. You do understand, don’t you, that it doesn’t matter what happens to me, but oh! don’t let anything terrible happen to her!”
Miss Waterlow is thinking:
“I shall pretend I’m big as the moon, and nobody can catch me I’m so big. Isn’t that funny?”
“Good-night, beloved. Sleep well, my darling darlingest.”
Miss Waterlow is remembering something ... something very beautiful ... but it all happened so long ago that she has forgotten the beginning of it before she remembers the end.
“Oh, my lovely, when you look like that you make me want to cry. What are you thinking of, darlingest?”
Miss Waterlow won’t tell.
Yet perhaps for a moment Mrs. Waterlow has been there, too.