A moment's silence; then said practical Jane:
"And as you can't take Wellington, dearie, will you promise to take your revolver? You know, they say lions have been seen in———"
Damaris laughed.
"They've left, Janie! They're all at Assouan, waiting to be shot by
Mr. Kelham and Miss Sidmouth."
Jane Coop sniffed as she tucked in the bed-clothes and kissed her child good-night.
She had got to the door when Damaris spoke.
"Janie, you know all about birds, don't you?"
"Hens, dearie."
"Well!" The girl's voice came muffled, as though she had drawn the sheet about her face. "Supposing a hawk———"
"Hawks aren't hens, dearie."