She put her head out of the window. 'Turn back! Turn back! I've forgotten something.'
The cabman swore. 'D'ye think you've taken me by the week?'
'Threepence extra. Drive back.'
The cab turned round, the innocent horse got a stinging flip of the whip, and set off briskly.
'What have you forgotten, grandmother?' said Becky. 'It's very careless of you.'
The cab stopped at the door. Natalya looked round nervously, sprang out, and then uttered a cry of despair.
'Ach, we shut the door!' And the inaccessible baby took on a tenfold desirability.
'It's all right,' said Becky. 'Just turn the handle.'
Natalya obeyed and ran in. There was the baby, not crying, but sleeping peacefully. Natalya snatched it up frenziedly, and hurried the fresh-squalling bundle into the cab.
'Taking Daisy?' cried Becky. 'But she isn't yours!'