Jemima did not require further encouragement; she peeled off the paper and unwrapped the gift. It was a baby rattle, sweet in itself, but Jemima gave it a tentative shake and the lights went dancing, kaleidoscopic. “Oh!” She exclaimed; she could not remember she or her siblings having any such thing when they were young. And if she were transfixed by it now, she could only imagine any baby would be. “What a delight! Where did you get it?”
