"Couldn't we explain all that to some one?"
"Nobody will listen," said Mother, very bitterly, "nobody at all. Do you suppose I've not tried everything? No, my dearest, there's nothing to be done. All we can do, you and I and Daddy, is to be brave, and patient, and—" she spoke very softly—"to pray, Bobbie dear."
"Mother, you've got very thin," said Bobbie, abruptly.
"A little perhaps."
"And oh," said Bobbie, "I do think you're the bravest person in the world as well as the nicest!"
"We won't talk of all this any more, will we, dear?" said Mother, "we must bear it and be brave. And, darling, try not to think of it. Try to be cheerful, and to amuse yourself and the others. It's much easier for me if you can be a little bit happy and enjoy things. Wash your poor little round face, and let's go out into the garden for a bit."
The other two were very gentle and kind to Bobbie. And they did not ask her what was the matter. This was Peter's idea, and he had drilled Phyllis, who would have asked a hundred questions if she had been left to herself.
Next day Bobbie managed to get away alone.
