"We are not gay in our hearts," Teddy told him.
"Why not?"
"Mother's crying—we heard her, and then Nurse went down and left us, and we looked out of the window and you came."
Derry's heart seemed to stop beating. "Crying?"
Even as he spoke, Margaret stood on the threshold. There were no tears, but it was worse than tears.
He started towards her, but with a gesture she stopped him.
"I am so glad you are—here," she said.
"My dear—what is it?"
She put her hand up to her head. "Teddy, dearest," she asked, "can you take care of Margaret-Mary until Cousin Derry comes back? I want to talk to him."
Teddy's grave eyes surveyed her. "You've been cryin'," he said, "I told Cousin Derry—"