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“Then do send her to bed.”

“No, you can’t break your promise to a child, Minna.”

“Prig,” said mother sweetly, as if a prig were a pleasant thing to be. “All right, let her go, then. Oh, Harry, look at that horse. They’ve sent us the knock-kneed old white corpse again.”

Mother hurried him into the carriage, and it clattered out of the yard. They did not look back. They were always in a hurry, and rather cross when they went to the Everards. For once she was glad to see them go, such a dreadful crisis had come and passed. How could father think she did not want to go, father who used to hang May-baskets himself? Norah was calling her, but she did not answer. Norah was cross to-night. She did not know how happy Judith was.

Nobody knew, but now Judith did not want to tell. She did not want sympathy. She was not lonely. This secret was too important to tell. And, before her eyes, a lovely and comforting thing was happening, silently and sudd