“You can't send your father from his own bed, my little bird,” said her mother, pleasantly.

The child glowered at him, miserable in her impotence.

“There's room for you as well,” he said.

“It's a big bed enough.”

She glowered without answering, then turned and clung to her mother. She would not allow it.

During the day she asked her mother several times:

“When are we going home, mother?”

“We are at home, darling, we live here now. This is our house, we live here with your father.”

The child was forced to accept it.