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perhaps.”
    “Oh, well, as far as that goes, it would. I mean, I've got the boys to look after (they're with cook just now) and poor Mr. Symmington - he really needs looking after as much as anyone, and such a lot to do and see to. I really haven't had time to say much to Megan. I think she's upstairs in the old nursery at the top of the house. She seems to want to get away from everyone. I don't know if -”
    Joanna gave me the faintest of looks. I slipped quickly out of the room and upstairs.
    The old nursery was at the top of the house. I opened the door and went in. The room downstairs had given on to the garden behind and the blinds had not been down there. But in this room which faced the road they were decorously drawn down.
    Through a dim gray gloom I saw Megan. She was crouching on a divan set against the far wall, and I was reminded at once of some terrified animal, hiding. She looked petrified with fear.
    “Megan,” I said.
    I came forward, and unconsciously I adopted the tone one does adopt when you want to reassure a frightened animal.
    I'm really surprised I didn't hold out a carrot or a piece of sugar. I felt like that.
    She stared at me, but she did not move, and her expression did not alter.
    “Megan,” I said again. “Joanna and I have come to ask you if you would like to come and stay with us for a little.”
    Her voice came hollowly out of the dim twilight:
    “Stay with you? In your house?”
    “Yes.”
    “You mean, you'll take me away from here?”
    “Yes, my dear.”
    Suddenly she began to shake all over. It was frightening and very moving.
    “Oh, do take me away! Please do. It's so awful, being here, and feeling so wicked.”
    I came over to her and her hands fastened on my coat sleeve.
    “I'm an awful coward. I didn't know what a coward I was.”
    “It's all right, funny-face,” I said. “These things are a bit shattering. Come along.”
    “Can we go at once? Without waiting a minute?”
    “Well, you'll have to put a few things together, I suppose.”
    “What sort of things? Why?”
    “My dear girl,” I said. “We can provide you with a bed and a bath and the rest of it, but I'm darned if I lend you my toothbrush.”
    She gave a very faint weak little laugh.
    “I see. I think I'm stupid today. You mustn't mind. I'll go and pack some things. You - you won't go away? You'll wait for me?”
    “I'll be on the mat.”
    “Thank you. Thank you very much. I'm sorry I'm so stupid. But you see it's rather dreadful when your mother dies.”
    “I know,” I said.
    I gave her a friendly pat on the back and she flashed me a grateful look and disappeared into a bedroom. I went on downstairs.
    “I'found Megan,” I said. “She's coming.”
    “Oh, now, that is a good thing,” exclaimed Elsie Holland.
    “It will take her out of herself. She's rather a nervy girl, you know. Difficult. It will be a great relief to feel I haven't got her on my mind as well as everything else. It's very kind of you, Miss Burton. I hope she won't be a nuisance. Oh, dear, there's the telephone. I must go and answer it. Mr. Symmington isn't fit.”
    She hurried out of the room.
    Joanna said, “Quite the ministering angel!”
    “You said that rather nastily,” I observed. “She's a nice, kind girl, and obviously most capable.”
    “Most. And she knows it.”
    “This is unworthy of you, Joanna,” I said.
    “Meaning why shouldn't the girl do her stuff?”
    “Exactly.”
    “I never can stand seeing people pleased with themselves,” said Joanna.
    “It arouses all my worst instincts. How did you find Megan?”
    “Crouching in a darkened room looking rather like a stricken gazelle.”
    “Poor kid. She was quite willing to come?”
    “She leaped at it.”
    A series of thuds out in the hall announced the descent of Megan and her suitcase. I went out and took it from her.
    Joanna, behind me, said urgently, “Come on. I've already refused some nice hot tea twice.”
    We went out to the car. It annoyed me that