Ada and the cook shuddered and shut their eyes.
Eleanor asked:
‘Why is there such a noise?’
Maud said:
‘Gun practice, my dear child. They are practising with guns.’
And she seemed satisfied, she was still half asleep.
And I thought:
‘Those bombs have fallen somewhere; they have fallen on something; people must have been killed.’
But it did not mean much to me even so.
Maud said violently: