Now half-asleep she sat up in bed thinking that she must go to Prudence and comfort her.
And then she realised where she was.
She was not in the Vicarage but miles away from her family and the cry she thought had come from Prudence was obviously from some animal out in the garden.
It came very clearly through the window she had opened onto the verandah and now more fully awake she realised that it was not a cry but a whimper or whine that a very small animal might make.
She was well aware that many animals in the jungle made strange sounds. She had read books on how travellers had been frightened almost out of their wits by jackals whose cries are so blood-curdling that they strike a chill to the heart.
There was no reason to be afraid or upset by the little whimper she heard and yet
