It cried and cried, with the insistent cry of a neglected child.

Maria said to herself that she did not believe but the French nurse had taken advantage of Her absence, and had slipped out on some errand and left the baby alone.
The baby continued to wail, and a note of despair crept into the wail.

Maria could endure it no longer.

She ran across the hall and flung open the door.

The baby lay crying in a little pink-lined basket.