"I've got some of its dear little things all ready for it now," said Jane. "You must see them."
"I should dearly love to."
"I never thought, Rose, that I should have it."
Rose meditated. "They come," said she, "mostly to them that doesn't think."
"There's only one thing, Rose. I'm afraid. Oh, I'm so dreadfully afraid."
"I shouldn't be afraid," said Rose, "if it was me."
"It's because I've been so happy."
"You'll be 'appier still when it's come. It'd make all the difference to me if I 'ad a child. But that's what I haven't and never shall have."
"You don't know. You don't know."
"Yes. I do know." Rose's mouth trembled. She glanced unaware at the pillow that lay so smooth beside her own. "I 'aven't let on to him how much I want it. I wouldn't" (Rose steadied her mouth to get the words out). "Not if it was ever so."