Then he went into Martha’s room. She, too, was perfectly quiet, but her head was covered up, and, as he tried quietly to draw down the quilt, she clung to it.
“Marty, dear! Are you awake?” he asked gently.
“Yes, daddy,” replied a muffled voice.
“Uncover your head, pet. It’s not good for you.”
She obeyed him, but lay with her back turned to him.
“Look here, Marty dear! Don’t cry!” He sat down beside her, and stroked her hair. “Don’t cry, pet!”
She was very quiet, but he felt her little shoulders shake.
“Look here, Marty! I know how it is. You miss your mother.”
“Oh, no!” she declared with a sob.
“You needn’t mind telling me, Marty. It’s quite natural, dear.”