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For a moment I was too surprised to realize the full significance of Leah's cry. Then Joy's own words came back -- the wail of her harassed soul -- "If I should fall asleep, who would it be that would awake? " There she lay, asleep at last. Her small head lay upon her arm, and her oval face was now flushed, her lips half parted, showing her little blue-white teeth. The crisp white duck blouse moved gently with her breathing -- beneath her skirt two tiny red shoes lay one over the other.
As she herself had said, she was so utterly exhausted that she would "go down deep. " Dared we awaken her? Certainly not Leah, who, of course, had seen the whole awful possibility on the instant.