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Alison put down the tray and drew aside the curtains so that the noon sunlight invaded the room. She looked gravely at the still sleeping Kif.
'Save us!' she said. 'It's a bairn!' Her eyes noted the uncrumpled state of the bed; he had most evidently slept as he had lain down, immediately and continuously--and came back to the young face from which sleep had washed the last hint of sophistication. In spite of his size and the muscular arm protruding from the sleeve of a pair of Barclay's less hectically coloured pyjamas his youth was patent. Alison sighed as she wakened him.