much, but there was something for Felicity and me. It's seemed nothing,
compared with what I've been living on lately; but it will look quite a
lot when it's all we've got.... Father'd be glad, Peter, if he knew. He'd
say we ought to do it, I know he would. It's partly him I've been hearing
all this time, calling and calling to me to come away and live. He did so
hate fat and sweetness and all smothering things. They just bored him
dreadfully. He wouldn't ever come and stay with us, you know.... Oh, and
I've written to Felicity, telling her what I meant to do. I don't quite
know what she'll say; nobody ever does know, with Felicity.... Now I'm
going back to the house, Peter, and you and Thomas must go back too. But
first we'll settle what to do, and when to do it."

It didn't take much settling, between three people who saw no
difficulties anywhere, but said simply, "Let us do this," and did it,
as children do. But such plans as they thought desirable they made,
then parted.

"I shall tell Denis," said Lucy, "I must do that. I'll explain to him
all I can, and leave the rest. But not yet. I shall tell him on Sunday
night."

"Yes," Peter agreed, simply, while the shadow fell again momentarily on
his vision. "You must do that, of course...."

He left it at that; for Denis he had no words.

Lucy got up, and laid Thomas in Peter's arms.

"How much I've talked and talked, Peter. I've never talked so much
before, have I? And I s'pose I never will again. But it had to be all