At half past eight Winny looked in (entering by the open door of Granville) to see what she could do.
She found him in the bathroom, trying to wash Baby. He had put the little zinc bath with Baby in it inside the big one.
"Whatever did you do that for, Ranny?" Winny asked, while her heart yearned to him.
He said he had to. The little beggar splashed so. Good idea, wasn't it?
Almost he had forgotten his bereavement.
Winny shook her head.
"Anyhow, I've washed him all right."
"Yes," said she. "But you'll never dry him."
"Why not?"