“That will all come right in time,” said Mrs. Blair.
“Will you tell him?”
“Not just now, dear. We’ll have this for a little secret of our own. There’s plenty of time. You are young, you know, and so is Glenn.”
“I love to hear you call him Glenn.”
Mrs. Blair remained with Lavinia until she had tucked her into her bed.
“Just my little child,” the mother whispered over the girl. “Just my little child.”
“Yes, always that,” said Lavinia. And her mother kissed her again and again, and left her in the dark.
When Mrs. Blair rejoined her husband, he laid down the book he always read before retiring, and looked up with the question in his eyes.
“She’s just a little nervous and tired,” Mrs. Blair said. “She’ll be all right in the morning. I think it best not to notice her.”
“Do you think we’d better have Doctor Pierce see her?”