It was as though the hours that she had spent on that other afternoon, compelling, from her own dark room, Mary's will, had attached Mary to her.

Mary was there with her now, in her bedroom.

Mary, red-nosed, sniffing, her eyes wide and staring.
"I want to go home." "Silly little thing," thought Sarah.

"I wish I'd never played with her." In the morning Sarah was tired and white-faced.

She would speak to no one.