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In
all
the
overwhelming
disaster
,
that
was
the
only
grave
I
dug
—
and
it
was
a
very
small
one
.
She
gathered
a
little
bunch
of
flowers
and
laid
them
on
top
of
it
.
Then
we
drove
away
.
Susan
was
her
name
.
A
long
time
ago
,
as
it
seemed
to
her
,
something
had
happened
to
her
father
and
mother
so
that
they
could
not
see
.
Her
father
had
gone
out
to
try
to
get
some
help
,
and
he
had
not
come
back
.
Her
mother
went
out
later
,
leaving
the
children
with
strict
instructions
not
to
leave
the
house
.
She
had
come
back
crying
.
The
next
day
she
went
out
again
:
this
time
she
did
not
come
back
.
The
children
had
eaten
what
they
could
find
,
and
then
began
to
grow
hungry
.
At
last
Susan
was
hungry
enough
to
disobey
instructions
and
seek
help
from
Mrs
.
Walton
at
the
shop
.
The
shop
itself
was
open
,
but
Mrs
.
Walton
was
not
there
.
No
one
came
when
Susan
called
,
so
she
had
decided
to
take
some
cakes
and
biscuits
and
candies
and
tell
Mrs
.
Walton
about
it
later
.
She
had
seen
some
of
the
things
about
as
she
came
back
.
One
of
them
had
struck
at
her
,
but
it
had
misjudged
her
height
,
and
the
sting
passed
over
her
head
.
It
frightened
her
,
and
she
ran
the
rest
of
the
way
home
.
After
that
she
had
been
very
careful
about
the
things
,
and
on
further
expeditions
had
taught
Tommy
to
be
careful
about
them
too
.
But
Tommy
had
been
so
little
he
had
not
been
able
to
see
the
one
that
was
hiding
in
the
next
garden
when
he
went
out
to
play
that
morning
.
Susan
had
tried
half
a
dozen
times
to
get
to
him
,
but
each
time
,
however
careful
she
was
,
she
had
seen
the
top
of
the
triffid
tremble
and
stir
slightly
.
.
.
An
hour
or
so
later
I
decided
it
was
time
to
stop
for
the
night
.
I
left
her
in
the
truck
while
I
prospected
a
cottage
or
two
until
I
found
one
that
was
fit
,
and
then
we
set
about
getting
a
meal
together
.
I
did
not
know
much
of
small
girls
,
but
this
one
seemed
to
be
able
to
dispose
of
an
astonishing
quantity
of
the
result
,
confessing
while
she
did
so
that
a
diet
consisting
almost
entirely
of
biscuits
,
cake
,
and
candies
had
proved
less
completely
satisfying
than
she
had
expected
.
After
we
had
cleaned
her
up
a
bit
,
and
I
,
under
instruction
,
had
wielded
her
hairbrush
,
I
began
to
feel
rather
pleased
with
the
results
.
She
,
for
her
part
,
seemed
able
for
a
time
to
forget
all
that
had
happened
in
her
pleasure
at
having
someone
to
talk
to
.
I
could
understand
that
.
I
was
feeling
exactly
the
same
way
myself
.
But
not
long
after
I
had
seen
her
to
bed
,
and
come
downstairs
again
,
I
heard
the
sound
of
sobbing
.
I
went
back
to
her
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
Susan
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
.
It
didn
’
t
really
hurt
poor
Tommy
,
you
know
—
it
was
so
quick
.
"
I
sat
down
on
the
bed
beside
her
and
took
her
hand
.
She
stopped
crying
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
just
Tommy
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
was
after
Tommy
—
when
there
was
nobody
,
nobody
at
all
.
I
was
so
frightened
.
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
I
do
know
.
I
was
frightened
too
.
"
