Una crept close to the bed and pulled at the spread. “Mary, I know you are crying. I heard you. Are you lonesome?”
Mary suddenly appeared to view but said nothing.
“Let me in beside you. I’m cold,” said Una shivering in the chilly air, for the little garret window was open and the keen breath of the north shore at night blew in.
Mary moved over and Una snuggled down beside her.
“NOW you won’t be lonesome. We shouldn’t have left you here alone the first night.”