Biggerstaff had her arms
tight about Nancy, who was trembling very much. Nancy's agonized
look was fixed with pathetic childish faith upon the other woman's
eyes. "Sam told me that she distinctly said that the children were
all out with Agnes! She asked to speak to Bert, but Bert was
watching a side-line, so Sam came--"
Nancy's gaze flashed to the clock that ticked placidly over the
wide doorway. Three o'clock. And three o'clock said, as clearly as
words "Priscilla's nap." Agnes had tucked her in her crib, with a
"cacker"--and had taken the other children for their promised walk
with the new puppy. Pauline had rushed out of the house at the
first alarm--
And Priscilla's mother was here at the club. Nancy felt that she
was going to get dizzy, she turned an ashen face to Mrs.
Biggerstaff.
"The baby--Priscilla!" she said, in a sharp whisper. "Oh, Ruth--
did they remember her! Oh, God, did they remember her! Oh, baby--
baby!"
Chapter Thirty-two
The last words were no more than a breath of utter agony. A second
later Nancy turned, and ran. She did not hear the protest that
followed her, nor realize that, as she had taken off her wide-
brimmed hat for the card-game, she was bare-headed under the
burning August sun.
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