"It seems to me," she said slowly, "that big sister has been losing her eyes lately. She must find them again; it isn't going to help to be a selfish pig."
"Help what, Esther?"
Esther's only answer was another kiss, but when she had hurried out of the room, Jane found something round and wet upon her hand.
CHAPTER XXVIII
Jane was still looking at the wet place on her hand when the doctor entered.
"Esther's been crying," she told him. In her voice was the awe which children feel at the phenomenon of tears in grown-ups.
Callandar felt his heart contract—Esther crying! But he could not question the child.
"I don't know why," went on Jane obligingly. "Esther's so strange lately. Every one is strange. You are strange too. Am I strange?"
"A little," said Callandar gravely.
"Perhaps it's catching? Do you want mother? She is upstairs and her door is locked. Perhaps she'll be down in a little while. She said Esther was to stay in and entertain you, but Esther wouldn't. She has gone to a garden party. I'll entertain you if you like."