“I wish that I were a little girl over there in the fun,” said Sue. “Suppose we go.”
“I intended to go. Perhaps we can teach them some new games.”
No one among the children was merrier than Sue; not one any more a child.
“I think I’ll stay little,” said Sue, coming to Tessa, half out of breath. “I’m never going to grow up; it’s hateful being a woman, isn’t it?”
“You will never know,” said Tessa laughing. “There’s little Harry Sherwood calling for Sue Greyson now.”
Towards midnight, when Tessa was asleep, Sue awakened her with, “Put your arm around me, I can’t go to sleep.”
Sue lay still not speaking or moving.
The clock in the sitting-room struck three.
“Tessa, Tessa,” whispered a startled voice, “are you awake?”
“Yes,” rousing herself, “what is it? Is any thing the matter?”