The rain redoubled, but she never heeded it and was only miserable at the thought that the daylight was fading.

She could not see clearly now and touched things with her fingers to find out what they were.

Suddenly in the twilight she caught sight of a bed of strawberries, and all that was childish in her awoke.
"Strawberries! Strawberries! There are some here; I can feel them.

A plate, Zoe! Come and pick strawberries." And dropping her sunshade, Nana crouched down in the mire under the full force of the downpour.

With drenched hands she began gathering the fruit among the leaves.