〃I want my mother;〃 rang automatically from the wincing;
panic…stricken child; that felt cut off and lost in a horror of
desolation。
Tilly came forward; her heart wrung。
〃e an let me undress her then; pet…lamb;〃 she crooned。
〃You sll have your mother in th mornin; dont you fret; my
duckie; never mind; angel。〃
But Anna stood upon the sofa; her back to the wall。
〃I want my mother;〃 she cried; her little face quivering; and
the great tears of childish; utter anguish falling。
〃Shes poorly; my lamb; shes poorly to…night; but shell be
better by mornin。 Oh; dont cry; dont cry; love; she doesnt
want you to cry; precious little heart; no; she doesnt。〃
Tilly took gently hold of the childs skirts。 Anna snatched
back her dress; and cried; in a little hysteria:
〃No; youre not to undress me……I want my
mother;〃……and her childs face was running with grief and
tears; her body shaken。
〃Oh; but let Tilly undress you。 Let Tilly undress you; who
loves you; dont be wilful to…night。 Mothers poorly; she
doesnt want you to cry。〃
The child sobbed distractedly; she could not hear。
〃I want……my……mother;〃 she wept。
〃When youre undressed; you sll go up to see your
mother……when youre undressed; pet; when youve let Tilly
undress you; when youre a little jewel in your nightie; love。
Oh; dont you cry; dont you……〃
Brangwen sat stiff in his chair。 He felt his brain going
tighter。 He crossed over the room; aware only of the maddening
sobbing。
〃Dont make a noise;〃 he said。
And a new fear shook the child from the sound of his voice。
She cried mechanically; her eyes looking watchful through her
tears; in terror; alert to what might happen。
〃I want……my……mother;〃 quavered the sobbing; blind
voice。