“She cried a little at first,” she said, “but she fell asleep afterwards. I was glad she did because I was afraid to go to her in the dark.”
“Was she in the dark?”
“I think so. Perhaps Louisa taught her to sleep without a light. There was none when I took her some condensed milk this morning. There was only c-con-d-densed milk to give her.”
She shed tears and choked as she described her journey into the lower regions and the cockroaches scuttling away before her into their hiding-places.
“I must have a nurse! I must have one!” she almost sniffed. “Someone must change her clothes and give her a bath!”
“You can’t?” Coombe said.
“I!” dropping her handkerchief. “How—how can I?”
“I don’t know,” he answered and picked up the handkerchief with an aloof grace of manner.
It was really Robin who was for Feather the breaking-point.
He thought she was in danger of flinging herself upon him again. She caught at his arm and her eyes of larkspur blue were actually wild.