living room. I was here at this window. He won't listen. He thinks I'm just teasing him."
Joyce remembered Martin closing the door.
"Then I called you. I was so afraid you wouldn't hear me. It's awful to be helpless."
"Bunny, you're not helpless. Tell me what to do."
"What room is he in?"
"I don't know. Yes, I do, I think it's at the end of the passage, next the bath."
"The old nursery. Oh, if I could come indoors. I can't; they've forgotten me."
"We'll manage," Joyce whispered. "I always knew you and I would have to help each other."
"He must find something to take him back. You are the one who can help."
Joyce knew there was some secret here too beautiful to be said. Bunny could not tell her, it must be guessed.
"Is it something I gave him?"
"Something you'd like to keep."
"Is it the mouse? Bunny, how can we find it? That was a lifetime ago."
"Perhaps it's in the nursery. In the old toy cupboard."
"I'll get it in the morning."
"That may be too late. Now, to-night."
