A baby began to cry and Maggie sat up with a start. Her hands reached up and covered her face and she closed her eyes. Was there no end to this? Couldn't she just have one night? Some women had told her that she should ignore the crying. It would stop. It never did and it woke half the yard. If she could just get Hannah to drink properly before bed...

With a sigh, she tossed the blanket to the side and made her way across the room, picking the crying baby from her cot. "Hush hush... It's alright..." she whispered. She took the child down the steep steps to the kitchen. She noticed a draft. The door was slightly opened. Maggie peered out to see what was going on. She closed the door.

She carried Hannah to a chair, sat down, and bared her breast. The baby latched on, let go, latched on once more, drank a little, let go and began to cry again. Maggie covered her eyes again with one hand. It was too cold in the kitchen. She was sure of that was the problem tonight. If someone hadn't let a draft in, she wouldn't be having another sleepless night.