"Yet another might see it—"
"None has."
"No; but yet…. The door does not always shut behind us suddenly. Perhaps one who has toddled but a step or two over the threshold might, by looking back, catch a glimpse…. What is the name of the smallest one?"
"Angela."
"That means 'angel'… Look, the doll who died yesterday is now being married…. It may be that Life has not yet sealed the little one's eyes. Will you let Annabel ask her if she sees what it is you hold in your arms?"
Again the voice was soft and wheedling….
"No, Annabel," said Aunt Rachel faintly.
"Will you rock again?"
Aunt Rachel made no reply.
"Rock…" urged the cajoling voice.