“Let us see.”
The woman went to a cupboard, and brought out a small wooden bowl, in which was some fine, brownish powder.
She showed it to Bertram, and then began to weep very quietly.
“That is all they have,” said Jemmy Hart.
“What will happen when that is gone?” asked Dr. Weekes. “Have they any hope of getting food from the local Soviet?”
“He says there is no hope, because there is no food. They are waiting, he says, for death.”
Dr. Weekes took one of the children in his arms, and felt its body.
“It won’t be long, I guess,” he said very quietly.
“The man says he will take us to see some of his neighbours,” said Jemmy Hart.
They went with him into another cottage.