"How should I know how to do their beastly weaving?" she said. She went to the door and he ran after her. Suddenly people started talking very loud, and there were the women pushing Linda away, and Linda was crying. He played with the little boys for a long time. Linda told him to sit in the corner with the other children, while she went and helped the women. He remembered a huge room, rather dark and there were big wooden things with strings fastened to them, and lots of women standing round them–making blankets, Linda said. He lifted it and pushed but the door wouldn't open. Standing on tiptoe he could just reach the big wooden latch. "Linda, Linda." He kicked and wriggled, but the man carried him across to the door, opened it, put him down on the floor in the middle of the other room, and went away, shutting the door behind him. Linda was still holding him, still saying, "No, no." The man said something short and angry, and suddenly her hands were gone. The man put up his other hand and lifted him up. "No, no!" But the man took hold of one of his arms, and it hurt. "No," Linda said again, and he felt her hand squeezing him more tightly.
Linda said, "No." But the man bent over the bed towards him and his face was huge, terrible the black ropes of hair touched the blanket. In those other words he did not understand so well, she said to the man, "Not with John here." The man looked at him, then again at Linda, and said a few words in a soft voice. Linda put her hand on him and he felt safer. He liked the bracelet but all the same, he was frightened he hid his face against Linda's body. His hair was like two black ropes, and round his arm was a lovely silver bracelet with blue stones in it. She had pulled the blanket up to her chin, but the man pulled it down again. A man was saying something to Linda, and Linda was laughing. "Streptocock-Gee to Banbury-T" and "Bye Baby Banting, soon you'll need decanting." Her voice got fainter and fainter … There was a loud noise, and he woke with a start.
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