"Give me!" cried Lilly, on a sudden mounting note that left a little resonance like a plucked violin string.
"Right the first time," cried the nurse, lifting the second from the end, "and a little beauty she is."
That little living ball of head in the crotch of her arm! She leaned forward to the flameless heat of it, her lips moving and wanting to speak.
"What is it, dear?" asked the nurse.
She moved them again, but still silently.
The nurse bent lower, her ear to the pillow.
"Now what is it, dear? Say it again."
This time through the veil of a whisper she could hear quite clearly:
"Zoe."