Then he ran downstairs for more milk.

There were no grains in the bottom of the cup.
"Has she had it ?" whispered Annie.
"Yes--and she said it was bitter." "Oh!" laughed Annie, putting her under lip between her teeth.
"And I told her it was a new draught.

Where's that milk ?" They both went upstairs.
"I wonder why nurse didn't come to settle me down ?" complained the mother, like a child, wistfully.
"She said she was going to a concert, my love," replied Annie.
"Did she ?" They were silent a minute.

Mrs.Morel gulped the little clean milk.
"Annie, that draught WAS horrid!" she said plaintively.
"Was it, my love?
Well, never mind." The mother sighed again with weariness.

Her pulse was very irregular.
"Let US settle you down," said Annie.