Life and Death of Harriett Frean

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An excerpt from the book - Her mother said it three times. And each time the Baby Harriett laughed. The sound of her laugh was so funny that she laughed again at that; she kept on laughing, with shriller and shriller squeals. "I wonder why she thinks it's funny," her mother said. Her father considered it. "I don't know. The cat perhaps. The cat and the Queen. But no; that isn't funny." "She sees something in it we don't see, bless her," said her mother. Each kissed her in turn, and the Baby Harriett stopped laughing suddenly. "Mamma, _did_ Pussycat see the Queen?" "No," said Mamma. "Just when the Queen was passing the little mouse came out of its hole and ran under the chair. That's what Pussycat saw." Every evening before bedtime she said the same rhyme, and Harriett asked the same question. When Nurse had gone she would lie still in her cot, waiting. The door would open, the big pointed shadow would move over the ceiling, the lattice shadow of the fireguard would fade and go away, and Mamma would come in carrying the lighted candle. Her face shone white between her long, hanging curls. She would stoop over the cot and lift Harriett up, and her face would be hidden in curls. That was the kiss-me-to-sleep kiss.