Mother gave her a hurried hug. "Daddy was quite, QUITE well when I
heard from him last," she said, "and he'll come back to us some day.
Don't fancy such horrible things, darling!"
Later on, when the Russian stranger had been made comfortable for
the night, Mother came into the girls' room. She was to sleep there
in Phyllis's bed, and Phyllis was to have a mattress on the floor, a
most amusing adventure for Phyllis. Directly Mother came in, two
white figures started up, and two eager voices called:--
"Now, Mother, tell us all about the Russian gentleman."
A white shape hopped into the room. It was Peter, dragging his
quilt behind him like the tail of a white peacock.
"We have been patient," he said, "and I had to bite my tongue not to
go to sleep, and I just nearly went to sleep and I bit too hard, and
it hurts ever so. DO tell us. Make a nice long story of it."
"I can't make a long story of it to-night," said Mother; "I'm very
tired."
Bobbie knew by her voice that Mother had been crying, but the others
didn't know.
"Well, make it as long as you can," said Phil, and Bobbie got her
arms round Mother's waist and snuggled close to her.
"Well, it's a story long enough to make a whole book of.
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