"Yes."
Mrs. Tilton rose to get the coffee. "Are you quite sure?"
"You don't think I'm imagining?"
"We have no children," she said.
"A neighbor's, no doubt."
"There isn't a child in the whole village, Mr. Coat."
"That's what puzzles me. Don't you think we ought to report it?"
"I'll get your coffee," she said, and went into the kitchen.
"I didn't actually see the child," he called to her. "But I'm sure I heard the voice."
The woman brought the cup of coffee; she had poured it in the kitchen. The first two mornings, he remembered, she had set the coffee pot on the table.