"Yes," May said. There were bubbles of saliva on her lips because she would not take her finger away from her mouth. "_You_ don't think I'm selfish, May?" Winnie shook May a little, then held the child to her. A shudder ran like a live, uncontrolled thing between them. May was ashamed of the shudder as if it had been her fault. Winnie drew away and stared at her daughter. Winnie's eyes were soft and wistful with hurt, but underneath their darkness as under a cloud May saw something she was afraid of. It was angry with itself and demanded that she give it something. She did not know what to give it. To escape it she wanted to cry. Winnie wanted to make May cry but hated her for crying. "You _must_ love me, May! I'm your mamma! You must love me!" "I do," May said. Her eyes were black with tears, but because she wanted to cry she could not keep her lips from smiling a little. "As well as you love papa?" May felt accused of something. She could not make herself speak. She was sorry and wanted her mother to strike her. "Then you love Papa best? Oh, May, that's cruel! You mustn't love him best!" Winnie's excited manner was contagious. May did not know how to explain what was the matter and suddenly burst into tears. Winnie moved back again and watched the little girl with her arm over her face, crying. May's sobs lessened. Without knowing what had occurred, she felt utterly subjugated. She wanted to love her mother, but the soft, angrily caressing eyes would not let her. When would her mother let her stop crying? There were no tears any more. It was hard to cry without tears. "Poor naughty Mamma doesn't know what she's done!" May, with her eyes shut, stole out a hand which trembled on her mother's face. "You do love me then? May, you must! You mustn't love Papa best!" "I don't!" They kissed. May saw that her mother's eyes were like things standing in their own shadows and loving themselves. They liked being sad. They yearned over May's face, but it was as if they did not see it and were yearning for themselves. "Go play with Bobby then, dear, and don't hurt poor Mamma like that." "I won't."