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Fee
watched
him
,
her
heart
aching
;
there
was
something
wild
and
desperate
about
Frank
,
an
aura
of
trouble
.
If
only
he
and
Paddy
got
on
better
together
!
But
they
could
never
see
eye
to
eye
,
and
argued
constantly
.
Maybe
he
was
too
concerned
for
her
,
maybe
he
was
a
bit
of
a
mother
's
boy
.
Her
fault
,
if
it
was
true
.
Yet
it
spoke
of
his
loving
heart
,
his
goodness
.
He
only
wanted
to
make
her
life
a
little
easier
.
And
again
she
found
herself
yearning
for
the
day
when
Meggie
became
old
enough
to
take
the
burden
of
it
from
Frank
's
shoulders
.
She
picked
up
a
small
lamp
from
the
table
,
then
put
it
down
again
and
walked
across
to
where
Frank
was
squatted
before
the
stove
,
packing
wood
into
the
big
firebox
and
fiddling
with
the
damper
.
His
white
arm
was
roped
with
prominent
veins
,
his
finely
made
hands
too
stained
ever
to
come
clean
.
Her
own
hand
went
out
timidly
,
and
very
lightly
smoothed
the
straight
black
hair
out
of
his
eyes
;
it
was
as
close
as
she
could
bring
herself
to
a
caress
.
"
Good
night
,
Frank
,
and
thank
you
.
"
The
shadows
wheeled
and
darted
before
the
advancing
light
as
Fee
moved
silently
through
the
door
leading
into
the
front
part
of
the
house
.
Frank
and
Bob
shared
the
first
bedroom
;
she
pushed
its
door
open
noiselessly
and
held
the
lamp
high
,
its
light
flooding
the
double
bed
in
the
corner
.
Bob
was
lying
on
his
back
with
his
mouth
sagging
open
,
quivering
and
twitching
like
a
dog
;
she
crossed
to
the
bed
and
rolled
him
over
onto
his
right
side
before
he
could
pass
into
a
full-fledged
nightmare
,
then
stayed
looking
down
at
him
for
a
moment
.
How
like
Paddy
he
was
!
Jack
and
Hughie
were
almost
braided
together
in
the
next
room
.
What
dreadful
scamps
they
were
!
Never
out
of
mischief
,
but
no
malice
in
them
.
She
tried
vainly
to
separate
them
and
restore
some
sort
of
order
to
their
bedclothes
,
but
the
two
curly
red
heads
refused
to
be
parted
.
Softly
sighing
,
she
gave
up
.
How
they
managed
to
be
refreshed
after
the
kind
of
night
they
passed
was
beyond
her
,
but
they
seemed
to
thrive
on
it
.
The
room
where
Meggie
and
Stuart
slept
was
a
dingy
and
cheerless
place
for
two
small
children
;
painted
a
stuffy
brown
and
floored
in
brown
linoleum
,
no
pictures
on
the
walls
.
Just
like
the
other
bedrooms
.
Stuart
had
turned
himself
upside
down
and
was
quite
invisible
except
for
his
little
nightshirted
bottom
sticking
out
of
the
covers
where
his
head
ought
to
have
been
;
Fee
found
his
head
touching
his
knees
,
and
as
usual
marveled
that
he
had
not
suffocated
.
She
slid
her
hand
gingerly
across
the
sheet
and
stiffened
.
Wet
again
!
Well
,
it
would
have
to
wait
until
the
morning
,
when
no
doubt
the
pillow
would
be
wet
,
too
.
He
always
did
that
,
reversed
himself
and
then
wet
once
more
.
Well
,
one
bed-wetter
among
five
boys
was
n't
bad
.
