You drank double what any person ought to have drunk, you greedy Jack, when you tasted that pretty violet-colored medicine in your master's workshop.

And you had yourself to thank--not poison, when you fell ill." Jack looked hard at her.

He could reason so far as that he and Mr.Keller must have taken the same poison, because he and Mr.Keller had been cured out of the same bottle.

But to premise that he had been made ill by an overdose of medicine, and that Mr.Keller had been made ill in some other way, and then to ask, how two different illnesses could both have been cured by the same remedy--was an effort utterly beyond him.

He hung his head sadly, and went back to the table.
"I wish I hadn't asked you about it," he said.