"The Shadow of Ashlydyat" descended into the ashes, the children rushed eagerly from beneath the table to the centre of hostilities.
But there were no hostilities.

Lucy and Bim were, both of them, utterly astonished, Lucy, as she looked at the scattered mug, was, indeed, sobbing, but absent-mindedly--her thoughts were elsewhere.

Her thoughts, in fact, were with Bim.

She realised suddenly that never before had he lost his temper with her; she was aware that his affection had been all this time of value to her, of much more value, indeed, than the stupid old mug.

She bent down--still absent-mindedly sobbing--and began to pick up the pieces.