The old woman, lying so quietly on the bed, opened her eyes and her lips moved slowly. Aunt Keziah Kate bent to catch the whispered words.
“Saturday?”
Aunt Keziah Kate nodded.
“What be the time?”
Aunt Keziah Kate told her.
“Then where be Tommy?”
“You don’t want ’e mother this mornin’, do ee?”
An almost imperceptible movement of Granny’s head was the reply, and Tommy was hastily found and brought up from the sunshine of the beach to the dim light of Granny’s room.
“Go very quietly, my lamb,” warned Mrs. Tregennis.