Perhaps they were already dressed? She put her warm feet upon the chilly linoleum and went to the door. The house felt icy.Sure enough, the two little girls were scampering about the long passage half-dressed. They greeted her with cries of joy, and bounced into her room unbidden. Wails from Robin could be heard in the distance."Oh, he's all right," said Hazel casually. "Daddy's put him on his potty, and he doesn't want to go. That's all."Jenny was fingering Miriam's hairbrush."I've asked Father Christmas for one like this," she said.Hazel's lip began to curl in a derisory manner, and Miriam, recalling her nighttime memory, put a hand on her arm. There was no mistaking the alert glance that the child flashed at her. She knew all right! Remembering Lovell's meaning shake of the head so long ago, she repeated the small gesture to his daughter. The child half-smiled in return, squeezed the restraining hand upon her arm, and remained silent.That, thought Miriam thankfully, was one hurdle surmounted!"What do you have for breakfast?" she enquired, tactfully changing the subject."Cornflakes, or shredded wheat," said Hazel."Sometimes toast, if there's time," said Jenny."What does Daddy have?" asked Miriam, secretly thinking that Eileen should surely cook a breakfast, if not for the children, then for a man off to his parish duties in the coldest part of England."The same," they chorused."Go and get dressed," said Miriam, "and I'll make toast for us all, and perhaps a boiled egg.""Oh, lovely!" squealed the children.
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