THANKS be to heaven, the child was asleep Crumpled uncomfortably in the comer of the opposite seat, her face smudged from crying, her head with its tow-colored braids bobbing with every jolt and jerk of the carriage, nevertheless she slept. Now Anna Marie Fellborg could lean her head back and close her eyes, too. She must force herself to relax, she knew, or she would get one of her headaches.
Anna Marie, at thirty-one, was a handsome woman still in spite of the lines that were beginning to be etched down from the mouth comers, the worry wrinkles grooved between the eyes. Her clothes, neat and of good material though somber and much worn, made her look like an extremely respectable schoolmistress, which was what Anna Marie was.
She was accustomed to strict self-discipline, but try as she would, Anna Marie could not banish from her mind the disastrous events of the day. If only she hadn't gone to Ed-Sollentuna, had made some excuse! But she had felt it her duty to go when word came that Fru Ferndal was so ill. Besides, it would have appeared odd to the Ferndals if she had not.
Fru Ferndal did look very ill. Perhaps that was the reason why she had brought up the old question, about which the few other persons acquainted with the child's origin had learned long ago it was useless to argue. It was a matter of principle with Anna Marie. Fru Ferndal should know by this time that on a matter of principle Anna Marie was not to be swayed.