whether the nurseâs fingers happened to be warmer or colder than the patientâs armpit.
âPut out your tongue, please.â By training Lib always noted the condition of the tongue, though sheâd have been hard-pressed to tell what it said about the subjectâs health. Annaâs was red, with an odd flatness at the back instead of the usual tiny bumps.
When Lib put her stethoscope to Annaâs navel, she heard a faint gurgling, though that could be attributed to the mixing of air and water; it didnât prove the presence of food.
Sounds in digestive cavity,
she wrote,
of uncertain origin.
Today sheâd have to ask Dr. McBrearty about those swollen lower legs and hands. Lib supposed it could be argued that any symptoms arising from a limited diet were all to the good, because sooner or later, surely theyâd provoke the girl to give up this grotesque charade. She made the bed again, tightening the sheets.
Nurse and charge settled into a sort of rhythm on this second day. They readâLib caught up on Madame Defargeâs nefarious doings in
All the Year Round
âand chatted a little. The girl was charming, in her unworldly way. Lib found it hard to keep in mind that Anna was a trickster, a great liar in a country famous for them.
Several times an hour the child whispered what Lib thought of as the Dorothy prayer. Was it meant to strengthen her resolve every time emptiness cramped her belly?
Later in the morning Lib took Anna out for another constitutionalâonly around the farmyard, because the skies were threatening. When Lib remarked on Annaâs halting gait, the child said that was just how she walked. She sang hymns as she went, like a stoical soldier.
âDo you like riddles?â Lib asked her when there came a break in the music.
âI donât know any.â
âDear me.â Lib remembered the riddles of childhood more vividly than all the things sheâd had to memorize in the schoolroom. âWhat about this: âThereâs not a kingdom on the earth, but what Iâve travelled oâer and oâer, and whether it be day or night I neither am nor can be seen. What am I?ââ
Anna looked mystified, so Lib repeated it.
ââI neither am nor can be seen,ââ echoed the girl. âDoes that mean that I amnâtâI donât existâor I amnât seen?â
âThe latter,â said Lib.
âSomeone invisible,â said Anna, âwho travels all across the earthââ
âOr some
thing,
â Lib put in.
The childâs frown lifted. âThe wind?â
âVery good. Youâre a quick study.â
âAnother. Please.â
âHmm, letâs see. âThe land was white,ââ Lib began, ââthe seed was black. Itâll take a good scholar to riddle me that.ââ
âPaper, with ink on it!â
âClever puss.â
âIt was because of
scholar.
â
âYou should go back to school,â Lib told her.
Anna looked away, towards a cow munching grass. âIâm all right at home.â
âYouâre an intelligent girl.â The compliment came out more like an accusation.
Low clouds were gathering now, so Lib hurried the two of them back into the stuffy cabin. But then the rain held off, and she wished theyâd stayed out longer.
Kitty finally brought in Libâs breakfast: two eggs and a cup of milk. This time greed made Lib eat so fast, tiny fragments of shell crunched in her teeth. The eggs were gritty and reeked of peat; roasted in the ashes, no doubt.
How could the child bear not just the hunger, but the boredom? The rest of humankind used meals to divide the day, Lib realizedâas reward, as entertainment, the chiming of an inner clock. For Anna, during this watch, each day had to pass like one endless moment.
The child accepted a spoonful of water as if it were some rich wine.
âWhatâs so
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