Desire was pale, with a dry sob in her throat, when the woman had gone and Luclarion turned round.
"The angels in heaven know; why shouldn't you?" said Luclarion. "That's what we've got to help."
A child came in afterwards, alone; with an actual clean spot in the middle of her face, where a ginger-nut or an acid drop might go in. This was a regular customer of a week past. The week had made that clean spot; with a few pleasant and encouraging hints from Luclarion, administered along with the gingerbread.
Now it was Hazel's turn.
The round mouth and eyes, with expectation in them, were like a spot of green to Hazel, feeling with her witch-wand for a human spring. But she spoke to Desire, looking cunningly at the child.
"Let us go back and swing," she said.
The girl's head pricked itself up quickly.
"We've got a swing up-stairs," said Hazel, passing close by, and just pausing. "A new one. I guess it goes pretty high; and it looks out of top windows. Wouldn't you like to come and see?"
The child lived down in a cellar.
"Take up some ginger-nuts, and eat them there," said Luclarion to Hazel.