Her little brother and sister stood back as if they were afraid of her.
Claire and I waited near the door of the shed.
Then two croquemorts came, in their shining black clothes. One of them had a sort of hammer in his hand.
They went to the box of the bigger baby, and one of them picked up the cover of the box and put it on, and the other began to drive the nails in.
When he drove the first nail in, the woman with her eyes covered so she could not see him, heard, and knew what it was, and began to shriek. With her hands over her eyes she stood against the wall and shrieked.
The croquemort drove in all the nails, and the woman kept on shrieking.
Then the other croquemort put the tin wreath on the lid of the box, and then both of them came over to our baby.
Alice had been just looking and looking at her baby. When the men came, and one of them took up the lid of the box from the floor, and the other stood with his hammer, she gathered herself up as if she would spring upon the men who would take her little dead thing from her and put it away for ever. I thought she would fight over it, quite mad. The little brother and sister stood away from her, shivering.
But what she did was to stoop and take up our roses from where they lay on the floor, and put them into the pine box with the baby. She put them all in about the baby, covering it with them. She hid it away under roses and then stood close, close to it, while the croquemort drove the nails in, all the nails, one by one.
Then one of the croquemorts took up the box of the bigger baby and carried it out of the shed and put it, with the tin wreath on the top of it, into a hearse that there was waiting on the left of the door. And the other croquemort took up the box of Alice's baby and carried it out, and put it into a hearse that was waiting on the right of the door.
The family of the bigger baby followed away, after the hearse and one of the croquemorts, toward the depths of the city, two of the women leading the baby's mother, who still kept her hands over her eyes, but was not shrieking any more, only sobbing. I know no more of them after that.
Alice went out of the door alone, and turned to the right, after the hearse in which was her dead child.