"I'd be pleased," she said, "if you'd walk in."
She looked at Nan, and Charlotte at once turned away, saying, as she went:
"If there's anything—well, I'll be over."
Nan and Tira went in, Nan holding Tira's hand in her earthy one.
"Let's sit here," said Nan, crossing the room to the sofa between the side windows. She was not sure of anything about this talk except that she must keep her hand on Tira. She noticed that the double daffies, a great bunch of them, were lying on the table. Tira was smiling faintly. She drew a deep breath. It sounded as if she had been holding herself up to something and had suddenly let go.
"Seems good to set," she said. "I ain't hardly set down to-day except——" She had it in mind to say except when she was in the car, carrying the baby over to Mountain Brook, but it seemed too hard a thing to say.
"If you'd just lie down," said Nan, "I'd sit here."
"No," said Tira, "I can't do that. I'm goin' over to Mountain Brook."
"Not again? Not to-day?"
"Yes, right off. I'm goin' to carry them daffies. He didn't have no flowers, the baby didn't. I never thought on't—then. But he never had none. He played with a daffy, 'most the last thing. I've got to git 'em over there."