She took the hot little hands into hers. Sheila Pat rested her head wearily against her arm.
"Is Denis comin' now, Nell?"
"In an hour, now, sweetheart."
"I'm so thirsty, Nell."
Nell fetched the toast water.
"I don't want that! I want real water. Mayn't I have just one drink?"
"Try this, dear. You mustn't have any more plain water."
She drank a little.
"Have you ever been up three hundred and forty-five steps, Nell? It does make your legs ache, but I wouldn't have minded that—if— There was only smoke and houses, Nell—"
She dropped back on to her pillow and buried her head in it.