Lucy cleared the table ... folded it.
“O it was good, child!”
“No, Lucy: leave the table. Bring me the cards.”
“Yes, Mis’ Fanny.”
Fanny played Canfield. And even this was beyond her. She was amazed to find that she had placed a red Jack under a red Queen: over there was a black Three under a Five! “I am skipping chances and making horrible mistakes.”
She shook her head. “How dull I am!” She was helpless against it.—Stupider than Lucy. Duller than the stupidest person in the world. She smiled. She knew that the reason was that she was filling with a Light.
—When I was pregnant with Edith, sometimes I was like this.
She fell back in her chair, and shut her eyes.—What is it this time? She slept....
The bell awoke her. Her nerves jangled bright and disparate like the three tones of the electric bell. Lucy appeared.