Rose crept upstairs after putting Miss. Georgina to bed. Yawning, she placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise from within the room: a sort of murmuring. Tentatively, she opened the door.

"Daisy?"

She saw half the bedclothes on the floor and Daisy writhing about in the remainder. Her eyes were closed and she looked flushed. Now she was in the room, Rose could discern what the poor girl was murmuring.

"Eddie, Eddie..."

Rose moved closer to the bed and saw hot tears falling down Daisy's face. She was asleep but obviously disturbed, perhaps with bad dreams or just longing for her husband. Rose decided to wake her.

"Daisy! C'mon now, Daisy! Wake up, that's a good girl." Rose sat on the bed and tried to grab Daisy's shoulders but she was moving too much.

Suddenly Daisy froze and her eyes snapped open. "There, there, you're alright. It's just me."

"Oh, Rose. I had the most dreadful dream... 'bout my Eddie..."

Rose rubbed Daisy's arm.

"It's alright now. I'll get you a drink of water and a cloth for your face." She rose and went to the jug and bowl. As Rose poured water, Daisy pulled her knees up to her face and held her wedding ring up to her lips.

Sipping the water Rose had brought her, with a far less hot and teary face, Daisy confessed her worries.

"Eddie's so far away and in such danger, Rose. Men are being killed and wounded every day in the trenches, and my Eddie's out there. We'd only been married a few hours before I had to say goodbye to him. I want him here, where he's safe; I don't care 'bout him doing his bit for England: I don't care 'bout England do I? I care 'bout him. What if something happens to him? What if he doesn't come back? What if I have a baby and he never sees it?"

"Daisy, calm yourself now. Edward'll be fine, you'll see. And you don't need to be worried 'bout a baby, you'll have to wait till his next leave for all that. You've only been married five minutes; 'ent even had your wedding night yet!"

"Oh, Rose, but I could. I could have a baby, you know." Daisy said, eyes wide.

"Daisy, like I just said. You 'ent had your wedding night, see. You can't."

"Well, we dint when we were married, no."

Rose looked shocked and stiffened up.

"You mean? Oh, Daisy, that's wicked. You mean, before you were married, you and Edward, in this house. Daisy, that's a sin."

"Oh, Rose. We were nearly married; we knew we would be before Eddie went to France. I could've taken care of myself anyway."

"It 'ent right, it just 'ent right. And Mrs. Bridges and Mr. Hudson aren't no fools, if you have a baby," Rose sighed. "They'll know it 'ent right."

"You wouldn't tell anyone, would you, Rose?"

"No. but I 'ent happy with it. Now you get back to sleep and no murmuring, alright?"

"Yes, alright, Rose. Goodnight."