"You think she doesn't get out enough, then?"
She hesitated.
"I do. Not really out because of Baby."
They sat near, they spoke low, so as not to wake the child that slept on Winny's knee.
"The kid doesn't give her many awful days. It's such a jolly kid. Any one would think she'd be happy with it."
"She's so young, Ranny. You should think of that. She's only like a child herself. She's got to be looked after. She doesn't know much about babies. She hasn't had one very long, you see."
"You know, Winny. How's that? You haven't had one at all."
"No. I haven't had one. I can't say how it is."
He smiled. "To look at you any one would say you'd nursed a baby all your life."
So she had—in fancy and in dreams.