He looked at her steadily.
"When our old nannie was here."
Rita fixed her blue eyes on his.
"There was someone else here, too," she insisted.
"Sophy always brought us here," he repeated mechanically.
"I remember old Sophy," murmured Rita thoughtfully. "She cried dreadfully when she went away. She was not allowed to kiss us because she had turned all silver colour." She trilled into gay laughter. "Mamma told me that it might have turned us all silver, too."
"I kissed her before she went, anyway!" burst from Roddy fiercely.
"And I would not have cared if it had turned me to silver."
Christine glanced wonderingly at him, astonished at this new theme of silver.
"But if she went away, how is it that she is buried here, Roddy?"
"She isn't."