Her mother's lips moved but Rina couldn't hear what she was saying。 The man in the black suit picked her up。 〃Kiss your mother； child；〃 he said。
Obediently Rina kissed her mother's cheek。 It was cool to her lips。 Her mother smiled again and closed her eyes； then suddenly opened them and looked upward unseeingly。 Quickly the man shifted Rina to his other arm。 He reached down and closed her mother's eyes。
Molly held out her arms and the man gave Rina to her。 Rina looked back at her mother。 She was sleeping now。 She looked beautiful； just as she did in the early mornings when Rina would awaken and stare at her over the edge of the bed。
Rina looked around the room at the others。 The girls were crying； and even Peters； the coachman； had tears in his eyes。 She looked up into Molly's face。 〃Why are you crying？〃 she asked solemnly。 〃Is my mommy dead？〃
The tears came afresh in the girl's eyes。 She hugged Rina closely to her。 〃Hush； child；〃 she whispered。 〃We're crying because we love her。〃
She started out of the room with Rina in her arms。 The door closed behind them and Rina looked up into her face。 〃Will Mommy be up in time to make breakfast tomorrow？〃
Molly stared at her in sudden understanding。 Then she sank to her knees in the hallway at the top of the back stairs。 She rocked back and forth with the child in her arms。 〃Oh； my poor little child； my poor little orphan child；〃 she cried。
Rina looked up at her and after a moment； the tears became contagious and she； too； began to cry。 But she didn't quite know why。
Peters came into the kitchen while the servants were eating supper。 Rina looked up at him and smiled。 〃Look； Mr。 Peters。〃 She laughed happily。 〃I had three desserts！〃
Molly looked down at her。 〃Hush； child；〃 she said quickly； the tears ing again to her eyes。 〃Finish your ice cream。〃
Rina stared at her thoughtfully and lifted the spoon again to her mouth。 She couldn't understand why the girls began to cry every time they spoke to her。 The home…made vanilla ice cream tasted cool and sweet。 She took another spoonful。
〃I just spoke to the master；〃 Peters said。 〃He said it would be all right if we laid her out in my room over the stable。 And Father Nolan said we could bury her from St。 Thomas'。〃
〃But how can we？〃 Molly cried； 〃when we don't even know if she was a Catholic？ Not once in the three years she's been here did she go to Mass。〃
〃What difference does that make？〃 Peters asked angrily。 〃Did she not make her confession to Father Nolan？ Did she not receive the last rites from him and take the Holy Sacraments？ Father Nolan is satisfied that she was a Catholic。〃
Mary； the downstairs maid； who was the oldest of the three girls； nodded her head in agreement。 〃I think Father Nolan is right；〃 she said。 〃Maybe she'd done something and was afraid to go to Mass； but the important thing was that she came back to the church in the end。〃
Peters nodded his head emphatically。 〃It's settled； then；〃 he said； starting for the door。 He stopped and looked back at them。 〃Molly； take the child to sleep with you tonight。 I'm goin' down to the saloon and get sivral of the boys to help me move her tonight。 Father Nolan said he'd send Mr。 Collins over to fix her up。 He told me the church would pay for it。〃
〃Oh； the good Father；〃 Mary said。
〃Bless him；〃 Annie said； crossing herself。
〃Can I have some more ice cream？〃 Rina asked。
There was a knock at the door and Molly opened it quickly。 〃Oh； it's you； mum；〃 she exclaimed in a whisper。
〃I came to see if the child was all right；〃 Geraldine Marlowe said。
The girl stepped back。 〃Won't you e in； mum？〃
Mrs。 Marlowe looked over at the bed。 Rina was sleeping soundly； her dolls； Susie and Mary； on either side of her。 Her white…blond hair hung in tiny ringlets around her head。 〃How is she？〃
〃Fine； mum。〃 The girl bobbed her head。 〃The poor darlin' was so exhausted with the excitement； she dropped off like that。 Mercifully she doesn't understand。 She's too young。〃
Geraldine Marlowe looked at the child again。 For a moment； she thought of how it would be if she were the one to go； leaving her Laddie alone and motherless。 Though； in a way； that was different； for Laddie would still have his father。
She remembered the day she had hired Rina's mother。 Her references were very good although she had not worked for several years。 〃I have a child； ma'am；〃 she'd said in her peculiarly precise schoolbook English。 〃A little girl； two years old。〃
〃What about your husband； Mrs。 Osterlaag？〃
〃He went down with his ship。 He and the child never saw each other。〃 She'd looked down at the floor for a moment。 〃We had the child late in life； ma'am。 We Finns don't marry young； we wait until we can afford it。 I lived on our savings as long as I could。 I must go back to work。〃
Mrs。 Marlowe had hesitated。 A two…year…old child might turn out to be an annoyance。
〃Rina would be no problem； ma'am。 She's a good child and very quiet。 She can sleep in my room and I'd be willing to have you take out of my wages for her board。〃
Mrs。 Marlowe had always wanted a little girl but after Laddie was born； the doctor had told her there would be no more children。 It would be good for Laddie to have someone to play with。 He was getting entirely too spoiled。
She'd smiled suddenly。 〃There will be no deduction from your wages； Mrs。 Osterlaag。 After all； how much can a little girl eat？〃
That had been almost three years ago。 And Rina's mother had been right。 Rina had been no trouble at all。
〃What will happen to the child； mum？〃 Molly whispered。
Mrs。 Marlowe turned to the servant girl。 〃I don't know；〃 she said； thinking about it for the first time。 〃Mr。 Marlowe is going to inquire in town tomorrow about her relatives。〃
The servant girl shook her head。 〃He won't find any； mum；〃 she said positively。 〃I often heard the mither say there was no family at all。〃 Her eyes began to fill with tears。 〃Oh； the poor； poor darlin'。 Now she'll have to go to the county home。〃
Mrs。 Marlowe felt a lump e up in her throat。 She looked down at Rina； sleeping peacefully in the bed。 She could feel the tears stirring behind her own eyes。 〃Stop your crying； Molly；〃 she said sharply。 〃I'm sure she won't have to go to the county home。 Mr。 Marlowe will locate her family。〃
〃But what if he doesn't？〃
〃Then we'll think of something；〃 she said。 She crossed the room and stepped quickly out into the narrow hallway。 There was a scuffling sound behind her。 She turned around。
〃Aisy now； boys！〃 She heard Peters' voice。 Then he appeared； backing through the doorway across the hall。 She pressed herself back to let them pass。
〃Beggin' your pardon； mum；〃 he said； his face flushed with exertion。 〃A sad； sad thing。〃
They went past with their shrouded burden； impregnating the still； warm air with a faint but unmistakable odor of beer。 She wondered if she had done the right thing when she'd persuaded her husband to allow them to use the apartment over the stables。 An Irish wake could well turn into a shambles。
She heard their heavy footsteps on the stairs as they carried Bertha Osterlaag； born in a small fishing village in Finland； down to her eventual funeral in a strange church； and her grave in a strange land。
3
HARRISON MARLOWE COULD SEE HIS WIFE'S HEAD bent over her embroidery from the doorway。 He crossed the room quietly； and bending over the back of her chair； quickly kissed her cheek。 His wife's voice held the usual delightful shock。 〃Oh； Harry！ What if the servants are watching？〃
〃Not tonight。〃 He laughed。 〃They're all thinking about their party。 I see Mary's all dressed up。〃
A tone of reproach came into his wife's voice。 〃You know it's not a party they're having。〃
He crossed in front of her； still smiling。 〃That's not what they call it；〃 he said。 〃But leave it to the Irish to make a party out of anything。〃 He walked over to the sideboard。 〃A little sherry before dinner？〃
〃I think I'd like a Martini tonight； if you don't mind； dear；〃 Geraldine said hesitantly。
He turned in half surprise。 When they had been in Europe on their honeymoon a bartender in Paris had introduced them to the new drink and ever since； it had served as a sort of signal between them。
〃Of course； my dear；〃 he said。 He pulled at the bell rope。 Mary appeared in the doorway。 〃Some cracked ice； please； Mary。〃
The girl curtseyed and disappeared。 He turned back to the sideboard and took down a bottle of gin； the French vermouth and a tiny bottle of orange bitters。 Using a measuring jigger； he carefully poured three jiggers of gin into the cocktail shaker and one of vermouth。 Then ceremoniously he allowed four drops of bitters to trickle into the shaker。 By this time； the ice was already on the sideboard beside him and he filled the shaker to the brim with ice。 Carefully he put the top on the shaker and began to shake vigorously。
At last； the drink was cold enough。 He unscrewed the cap and carefully poured the contents into glasses。 The shaker empty； he dropped a green olive into each glass； then stood back and surveyed them with approval。 Each glass was filled to the brim … one more drop and it would overflow； one drop less and it would not be full。
Geraldine Marlowe lifted hers to h