Chapter 54

She was going up a hill very slowly. Someone was dragging her up a hill. She did not want to be dragged up a hill. It was nicer in the dark. She hurt all over. Why did they not let her alone. “You have a lovely little boy; you _have_ a _lovely_ little _boy_; _you_ have _a_ lovely _little_ boy.” That was a rhythm. You could dance to that. She opened her eyes. Miss MacKaye and the two other nurses were smiling. “You have a lovely little boy,” they said. She said, “You mean it? You are not encouraging me?” They said, …