But Norah didn't do anything. She made no soft words or sounds, gave her no hugs or little strokes. The child started to whimper, low first, then gathering air and noise.
"Norah! Hold her closer to you." Peg folded her arms, mimed a rocking motion to show what she meant. "She feels like she is going to fall, I think."
The baby started to scream, her face growing red, her forehead wrinkling up.
"Do you want me to take her from you, Norah? Just hand her over if that's what you want. No? Then pull her into you, give her a hug. Do it now, Norah, because she's getting very upset. You want me to take her? That's all right, that's fine, just put her in my arms. Good girl. That's it. You've plenty of time to get to know each other, don't you? Of course you do. There, there little one. No need t
