"Each imagining, poor fool," said Nicholas, "that he was the father of the egg."
"I didn't hear them at all," said Meggie.
Ernest raised a long white hand. "If I had the whole gallinaceous tribe," he said, "between the forefinger and thumb of this hand, to-morrow's sun should rise upon a cockless and henless world."
A heavy thumping sounded on the floor of Grandmother's room.
"Piers, go and see what she wants," said Meg. "I tucked her up quite an hour ago, and she dropped off instantly."
Piers went, and returned, announcing: "She wants to know who brought the rooster into the house. Says she won't have it. She wants Renny and Alayne to go and kiss her."
"Oh, I think she just wants Renny. I don't think she would trouble Alayne."
"She said she wanted them both to come and kiss her."
"Come along, Alayne," said Renny, throwing down his table napkin. They left the room together.
Just as they reached the bedroom door, a long sigh was drawn within. They hesitated, looking at each other. That quivering intake of breath went to their hearts. She was lying alone in there, the old, old woman with her own thoughts. Her fears perhaps. Of what was she thinking, stretched under her quilt, the old lungs dilating, contracting. They went in and bent over her, one on each side of the bed. She drew them down to her in turn and kissed them with sleepy, bewildered, yet passionate affection, her mouth all soft and sunken with the two sets of teeth removed.
As they tucked the bedclothes about her neck, she lay peering up at them, her eyes queerly bright under the night light, infinitely pathetic.
