"But you've got to try and eat it, Sheila Pat! Come, don't be a baby."
She sat up listlessly.
"I'll feed you. We'll pretend you are a baby, shall we?"
Halfway through it her heavy lids drooped, her weary little head fell back against his shoulder. Nell took the basin away.
"I'll get her to bed as quickly as I can," she whispered.
"Molly, run and fetch her nightie—to warm."
But the Atom clung wearily to Denis.
"I don't want to go to bed. Denis, need I go to bed?"
"Must, old lady."
"May I go in my clothes, then? I don't want to get undressed."