“You comed out of the TV. I saw you, Mommy,” the baby continued her chatter. “I saw the bad witch, too. She skeered me!”
“Did she, lamb? I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, that’s all right, Mommy. I like to be skeered.”
“Were you thinking about the witch? Is that why you couldn’t go to sleep?” asked Judy.
“I did sleep. Daddy woke me up. He was talking on the tefelone.”
“Don’t you love the way she says telephone?” Irene exclaimed, hugging little Judy again. “I was so sure something had happened to her, but if it was just the telephone—”
“Maybe Peter called up. We didn’t give Dale a chance to tell us—”
Dale, in the doorway, interrupted Judy.
“It was the hospital. I tried to call you, but you had already left the theater. We can be thankful it isn’t any worse—”
“What isn’t?” asked Judy. “Why did the hospital call? What hospital was it?”