Lydia went upstairs again, and softly into the room. Thyrza had just awoke and was sitting with her hands together upon her face.
'What time is it?' she asked. 'Why did you let me sleep? Have you been up long?'
Lydia constrained her to lie down again. She was unwilling at first, but in the end fell back with a sigh of relief.
'What day is it, Lyddy? Oh, Tuesday, of course. I suppose the days 'll go very slow till Saturday. I'm sure I don't know what I shall do all the time.'
'Don't trouble about it now, dear. Try and sleep a little more, and I'll bring you up some breakfast just before I go.'
'That'll be like when I was poorly, won't it, Lyddy?'
She lay and laughed quietly.
'You feel better?'
'Oh yes. Is it a fine morning?'
'The pavement's just drying.