"An hour and a half," unwillingly.
Sheila Pat hid weak tears in the pillow.
"Nell."
"Yes, asthore?"
"P'raps those people who throwed theirselves off the monnyment thought they could fly. Do you think they did, Nell?"
"Very likely. Try not to think about them, Atom."
"I—I can't help it, Nell. Do you think God would make the ground soft so's it wouldn't hurt very much?"
"Yes, dear."
"Up again?"
"I—I'm 'fraid I'll burn all up, Nell!"