Their mother was herself once more.

She was no longer like other women.

They could not be in touch with her.

And so they were never to know why she had cried.

They only knew that for a brief space she had been as silly as any ordinary mortal could be, and they were rather glad to have caught her at it.
Years afterward, however, George was to say to Anne: "Queer thing, wasn't it, that time she cried?
Do you remember ?" And Anne was to reply: "I've never forgotten it.