Jenny's still half-asleep, clutching the pillow to her face with one arm as the other sprawls over the bed. Whereas she used to be an early enough riser, Edward's absence has made sleep more difficult -- she wakes often through the night, ensuring that James's form is still on the other side of the bed, a lumpy silhouette in the dark.

So of course she has yet to toddle down the hall for Miss Anne to dress her and brush her hair. In fact, Jenny's a little messy ball of tiredness right now, drowsy and yawning as she finally sits up to speak.

"I did the maypole with another girl," she mumbles, rubbing at one eye. "She was a little older than I am, not much."