"No, I'll see to it. Just bring me another."
"There isn't another."
She gazed at him with eyes where incredulity struggled with terror that responded to his fierceness. She didn't believe, and she didn't want Ranny to believe that Violet could be so awful.
"There must be, Ranny, somewhere."
"There isn't, I tell you."
"Then run round to the chemist's and get three."
"All right, but it's no good. The kid's been poisoned. Goodness knows how long it's been going on."
She looked at him, reproachfully, this time.
"No, no; it's only the hot weather come on sudden."
The Baby set up a sorrowful wail as if it knew better and protested against Winny's softening of the facts.