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Show Page 139 Twig looked to where Margaret sat mending a piece of lace. She nodded her permission and we were soon away. Cisly answered the door, for Anne was slow to arise these days, though she looked much better now that her cheeks had lost their hollows. "Thank Margaret and Walter for the piece of venison," she told me. "It was the best meal I have had for a time. The babe thinks so,too, for he has done naught but kick and squirm since I ate." "It was better than rat meat I am certain," chuckled Cisly, for he and Anne had heard how other folk had become so ravenous they ate vermin. "I wonder Rose and Edward have not grown tails." "I think Edward would be most perplexed should that happen," giggled Anne, "for I doubt Rose told him what he ate." "And have you chosen a name for the babe?" I asked when the laughter had ended. "We shall think upon that when it is safely arrived," said Cisly. "I sometimes believe it will never come." "It won't be long now," Anne told him. "Then you will long for quiet evenings such as this." Too soon it was time to go home. Twig was silent as we made our way through the trees. "It will be grand to have a wee one about, will it not?" I asked finally. |