She laughed at Peter’s objections as she carried the doll down to the children’s bedroom on the second floor and placed her in Penny’s arms.
“You see, I didn’t wake Penny,” she whispered to Peter. “Isn’t she an angel? I wish—”
The wish went unexpressed as Judy pounced upon the very magazine she had been hunting for. It was on the little night table right by Penny’s bed, and it was open to the big fold-out page covered with pictures of Hindu gods and goddesses.
“Go ahead! You can take it,” Paul said so suddenly that he startled Judy and nearly made her drop the magazine.
He was wide awake in the other bed.
“Where did you find it?” Judy whispered.
“In the closet. I was showing Penny the pictures. Is it almost morning?”
“Almost,” Judy told him. “Now go back to sleep. I’d better follow my own advice,” she said to Peter when they were in their own room.
“Are you going to take that magazine to bed with you?” he asked.
Judy still had it in her arms.