"Oh, Jane," said Sophy, "what are you made of?"
"I wonder——" said Mrs. Heron.
Jane knew that the eyes of the two women were on her, searching her, and that Sophy's eyes were not altogether kind. She continued in her impassivity, smiling a provoking and inscrutable smile.
"She looks," said Sophy, "as if she knew a great deal. And she doesn't know, Baby dear, she doesn't know anything at all."
"Wait," said Mrs. Heron, "till she's got babies of her own. Then she'll know."
"I know now," said Jane calmly.
"Not you," said Sophy almost fiercely, as she carried the little thing away to his bed beside her own. Winny and the nurse followed her. Jane was alone with Frances Heron.
"No woman," said Frances, "knows anything till she's had a child."
"Oh, you married women!"
"Even a married woman. She doesn't know what her love for her husband is until she's held his child at her breast. And she may be as stupid as you please; but she knows more than you."