"What's wrong?" Catherine stared at Miss Kelly's bland, pink face. "She isn't really sick?"
"It's hard to tell, with a child." Miss Kelly followed Catherine down the hall. "It may be just indigestion."
Letty, her small face flushed and scowling, wrinkled her eyes at her mother.
"Don't want to go to bed. Want to see my Muvver."
"Here I am, Letty." Catherine touched her cheek, felt for her wrist.
"She has scarcely any temperature," announced Miss Kelly. "Just a degree. But I thought——"
"Surely, she's better in bed. Did she have any supper?"
"Broth."
"Don't wait, Miss Kelly. I know you wish to go."
"Well, since you are here."