The boy obeyed, and Margot stepped out.
"Take the chaise round to the yard," she said. "Now, Dolly."
Dolly too obeyed, wordlessly. Margot led her to the back garden-door of the house, which they entered unobserved. Dolly's room was at the top of the house, a story higher than Margot's, and Margot toiled up the stairs, regardless of her aching back, till the sunny little room was reached. Then she shut the door, sat down, and held out her arms. Still without a word, Dolly subsided into them.
Two or three minutes passed, and then—
"Poor little Dolly!" Margot said tenderly.
"Margot, did I show—"
"Show what, dear?"
"That I—I—that I—minded?"
"You didn't manage to look quite like yourself. What was it that you minded so much?"
"Didn't you see?"