aze. tried to smile, and suppose the smile was dreadful.

    Youll remember! I called, my voice range. Youll remember ts!

    ter trengts! tood and laug me, until t.

    t errible one. I  my oo it. Say I greo it again, in seven days? Say I greupid? Say Coo funked to knoo keep myself from slipping into a dream again. I pincil t my oongue. Eac days  noticed.  day is today? Id ask Miss ilson and Mrs Price. Of course, t, Good Friday. then Id ask Nurse Bacon.

    day is today, Nurse Bacon?

    Punis Day, shed answer, wincing and rubbing her hands.

    t, after all, C come— t I oo mad—t aken by disaster. I t of all t mig people,  rained, and I t of tcer and ning; and I imagined ering under a tree, h a file in his hand . . .

    t. tie  off in te in t to our room, looked at me and said, ell, aint . e sting out t te ...quot; S, she said.

    time, C in ts as before and, again, Nurse Spiller stood in t for a minute in silence. e as chalk. I said, in a whisper,

    C?

    he nodded.

    the blank?

    he nodded again.

    the file?

    Anot my hand before my eyes.

    But tone, cost nearly all my money. t some blanks are blanker told me t. I got t he had.

    I parted my fingers, and met his gaze.

    how much did you give him? I asked.

    three shillings, miss.

    then, Never mind, I said. Never mind. Good boy . . .

    told   do next. I said   for me, t nigies park  ree gre for me t  all nigo—for I could not say, for sure,