She stared and flung three words at him.
"I wanted it!"
And still she stared.
"Vi—" he began.
"Well—what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing's the matter with me. But I'm afraid Baby's going to be ill."
She stood before him, her breast heaving. She drew her breath in and let it out again in a snort of exasperation.
"What makes you think so?"
"Something Winny said."
"What does she know about it?"