permitting Rebecca Lippincott to precede her, and speaking only after the older woman has finished.
Martha silently examines the dormitory, noting the empty clothing pegs above the beds, the rigorous impersonality of each childâs space. Not one gray blanket remains rumpled; not a pillow is out of place. All at once, the tidiness seems like a cry of terrible need; and she pictures small arms and hands at their tasks, hearts and brains vying for the teachersâ attentions, hoping fervently for a kindly glance, an encouraging word. Itâs remarkable, the order you maintain here , Martha almost says but doesnât. Instead, she follows Rebecca Lippincott in ever-increasing guilt and shame. Her own bedroom, her clothing, the feckless abundance of her possessions begin to mock her in their terrible excess.
âYou will note, Miss Beale, that the children do not own playthings,â Rebecca Lippincott is saying. âWe believe that personal possessions create mean-spiritedness and greed. When our charges play, they are taught to share. Prayers and the occasional story are all that accompany them into sleep.â
Hannah Yarnall adds a soft âWhen the foundlings grow and leave us, their lot will not be an easy one. It would be unfair to provide too much.â
Why? Martha wants to demand. Theyâre only children. They hunger for happiness and pleasure, for a loving voice. Why deprive them of playthings, of laughter? Joy is fleeting. Let them revel in it while they can . Instead, her growing discomfort keeps her mute.
âNow we will proceed to the fourth floor,â Rebecca Lippincott advises. âYou may examine the boysâ accommodations, and then our tour will have concluded.â
Martha lags behind. The task sheâs set herself has begun to seem very great indeed.
âBut I must warn you,â Rebeccaâs voice continues, âthat among our boy foundlings we have a child with the falling sicknessâepilepsy. He was delivered into our hands a year ago, malnourished, filthy, unable to speak. Dr. Walne believed him to be two or three years old at the time, making him four or five at presentâalthough exceedingly small for his age, as is to be expected. Racially, he is of mixed parentage, putting him at disadvantage with both Negro and white; mentally, he has changed little since his arrival. Sudden movements startle him, as do abrupt noises and confused surroundings. Knowing of your arrival, we kept him upstairs today.â
âIâm not an ogre,â Martha finally offers.
âDr. Walne believes the child experienced great fearâperhaps even a form of physical torture. We take what precautions we can, although there is consensus that the Asylum will be our sole recourse as he ages. Of course, the illness is incurable.â
âWhat is his name?â Martha asks.
âHe responds only to âboy.ââ
The child is wizened, a preternaturally grim and ancient face set upon gaunt shoulders. He gazes from Rebecca to Hannah; he doesnât smile, nor does he seem to register their arrival. Martha he affixes with a vacant yet perplexed stare; his mouth opens; he appears on the verge of attempted speech when his left hand begins quivering and then his right. His eyes glaze immediately after. The trembling intensifies and rapidly moves to his legs.
âFetch Dr. Walne,â Rebecca orders Hannah while bending over the boyâs shaking body. Martha backs away, banging her head against a low-hanging beam. âI was concerned that such an event might occur,â Rebecca states. âVisitors should be introduced gradually.â Her tone is outraged, indicating every insult perpetrated by the callowâand idleârich.
âShall I leave, Mrs. Lippincott?â
âThe damage is already done.â Not one hint of forgiveness is present.
Martha hangs in the shadows, waiting. She hears the childâs body being turned over, hears