Jan sobbed now more quietly, with her head against his shoulder.
Tony and William came and looked in at the window.
His aunt was still crying, crying hard, though Peter was there close beside her, very close indeed.
Surely this was most unreasonable.
"She said," Tony remarked accusingly to Peter, "she was crying because you had gone, so I ran to fetch you back. And now I _have_ fetched you, she"s crying worse nor ever."
But William Bloomsbury knew better. William had cause to know the solitary bitter tears that hurt. These tears were different.
So William wagged his tail and ran into the room, jumping joyously on Peter and Jan.