Anne let her stay, glad of the comfort of the little warm body, and afraid to vex the child. She drew the blankets round her. "There," she said, "go to sleep, pet."
But Peggy was in no mind to sleep.
"Mummy, your hair's all loose," she said; and her fingers began playing with her mother's hair.
"Mummy, where's daddy? Is he in his little bed?"
"He's away, darling. Go to sleep."
"Why does he go away? Is he coming back again?"
"Yes, darling." Anne's voice shook.
"Mummy, did you cry when Auntie Edie went away?"
Anne kissed her.
"Auntie Edie's dead."