Soon she was able to swallow a teaspoonful.

She lay back, so tired.

The tears continued to run down his face.
"But," she panted, "it'll go off.

Don't cry!" "I'm not doing," he said.
After a while she was better again.

He was kneeling beside the couch.
They looked into each other's eyes.
"I don't want you to make a trouble of it," she said.
"No, mother.