'Tell me about it,' Pansy commiserated. 'Polly was an angel most of the day when she was first born and shortly after eight she turned into a devil child who nothing could make happy for about six hours. It was awful! I couldn't do anything to help and I couldn't get any sleep....' She shook her head, remembering how tired and upset she'd been during those weeks.
'But you can't count on Millicent indefinitely,' she remarked. 'She's going to have her own newborn in the house, and you know how that is....'