Two days she lay there quietly, in a merciful numbness that was half sleep, half coma, emerging out of it once to say: I’ll be getting up now, Else, but making no move to, just lying there, tracing with her eyes the stains on the ceiling, sinking back into the twilight dimness again. Once Bess’s fretful piping pierced into her dream, and with trembling fingers she pulled her breast out, trying to rise to the baby. Ben, playing by the bed, saw and ran for Else. She came in time to hold the struggling woman down, saying over and over, Lie still, honey, go on back to sleep, lie still, till Anna gave way and turned on her pillow and closed her eyes. After that, Bess was kept daytimes out in the yard, beyond hearing.
Wild with the exultance of the first vacation days, Mazie and Will were off somewhere. Quarrels flared in the kitchen when they came in on their forays for food.