The thought of the early train was in her mind, and Maria was always one who could wake at the sub-recollection of a need.

Evelyn was still asleep, curled up like a flower.

Maria raised her and carried her back to her own room and put her in her bed without waking her.

Then she dressed herself in her school costume and went down-stairs.

She had smelled coffee while she was dressing, and knew that Hannah had returned.