"Who has taken her, then?" Tony persisted. "Where is she? I've been everywhere, and she isn't in the bungalow."
"God has taken her, Tony."
"What for?"
"I think," Jan said, timidly, "it was because she was very tired and ill and unhappy——"
"But is she happier now and better?"
"I hope so, I believe she is ... quite happy and well."
"You're sure?" And Tony's eyes searched Jan's face. "You're sure you haven't put her somewhere?"
"Tony, I want Mummy every bit as much as
you do. Be a little good to me, sonny, for I'm dreadfully sad."
Jan held out her hand and Tony took it doubtfully. She drew him nearer.