"She'd better," said Tommy, in a choked voice.
"Now you're going to be naughty," said Susie.—"I know they are, mother—they always begin like that; they're clawing at me with their sticky fingers. Mother, tell them not to; I didn't say anything."
"You are a beastly blab," said Tommy defiantly.
"Tom, what a word! Sit down by nurse and look out of the window.—Susie, it is really your fault—you are so interfering."
"I'm not interfering," said Susie, aggrieved. "I'm helping you to keep them in order."
"Well, don't. I would rather manage them alone.—Don't squabble, boys; there's plenty of room for every one."
"O mother—" said Amy.
Mrs. Beauchamp still held unconsciously on to the slim black leg, but the sudden movement of the train had jerked Amy off the seat. She clung for a moment to the rack, but her hand slipped, and she fell headlong on to the opposite seat, and there was a dull thud as her head crashed on to a little wooden box.
"It's all right, darling," her mother said, and she held her close in her comforting arms.