"I'll try," said Sheila Pat, touched. She screwed her hot eyelids up with earnest purpose.
"Aunt Kezia, did you know some people want to kill theirselves?"
Miss Kezia looked across at the small face peering at her, excited, shrinking.
"Only a very few. It's not a nice subject for you to think about, Sheila."
"They threw theirselves down off the monnyment—right down—"
"Not now. There is a—"
"I know. It's only poor people who are mad, isn't it?"
Miss Kezia hesitated.
Sheila Pat was sitting up; her eyes were terrified, wretched.
"Yes, my dear; they don't know what they are doing," Miss Kezia said gently. "Lie down."