Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces.

She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darling's guesses. Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.