And that was all.

The rest had been looking after father, and at the same time keeping out of father's way.

But now?
But now?
The thieving sun touched Josephine gently.

She lifted her face.
She was drawn over to the window by gentle beams...
Until the barrel-organ stopped playing Constantia stayed before the Buddha, wondering, but not as usual, not vaguely.

This time her wonder was like longing.