XIVAnne woke up on the following morning with the curious feeling that she had known something in her sleep which had gone from her again. With the light of returning consciousness it had gone, but it had been there. She wondered where things went to when you forgot them. Perhaps it meant that her memory was not gone but was merely sleeping. Perhaps it would come again suddenly and she would remember all those things which she had forgotten.
When Thomasina came in with the tea she lifted a bright face to meet her. Thomasina shook her head.
“There’s no cause for you to look as if there was a present for you on the tray,” she said.
Anne laughed.
“I feel as if there was, you know.” She sat up, snuggling her knees. “Do you believe in presentiments, Thomasina? I’m not sure if I do or not. T
