THE LAST WISH
to go up to her bedroom and take off her bonnet, the eight arms clung round her just as if she only had two children, one the Lamb and the other an octopus.
"Don't go up, mummy darling," said Anthea; "let me take your things up for you."
"Or I will," said Cyril.
"We want you to come and look at the rose-tree," said Robert.
"Oh, don't go up!" said Jane helplessly.
"Nonsense, dears," said mother briskly, "I'm not such an old woman yet that I can't take my bonnet off in the proper place. Besides I must wash these black hands of mine."
So up she went, and the children, following her, exchanged glances of gloomy foreboding.
Mother took off her bonnet,—it was a very pretty hat, really, with white roses in it,—and when she had taken it off she went to the dressing-table to do her pretty hair.
On the table between the ring-stand and the pin-cushion lay a green leather case. Mother opened it.
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