"But ye'll catch yer death a' cold," said Fly.
"I just wisht I could," said Jane. She sat down on the floor by the window.
"I'll just sit here till I die," she said, "an' then I'll go to hell."
Fly and Honeybird began to howl. The boys came in from the dressing-room.
"What's the matter?" said Mick.
"I'm goin' to hell," said Jane; "I can't help it. I don't want to go, but Fly makes me fight. She's sendin' me to hell, an' I'll just sit here till I'm dead."
Mick begged her to get back into bed. Fly and Honeybird sobbed and shivered. "Don't go to hell, Jane," they pleaded; "get into bed, an' we'll niver make ye cross any more."
But Jane shook her head. "I'm goin'; I can't help it," she said.
Patsy looked at her.
"Let her go if she wants to," he said, "I'm goin' to sleep." He went back into the dressing-room. Jane looked after him, and then began to laugh.