"Let me make you some tea, miss, it will do you good.

Many's the time poor mother's headaches were cured by good strong tea." Ruth murmured acquiescence; the young girl (about Ruth's own age, but who was the mistress of the little establishment, owing to her mother's death) made tea, and brought Ruth a cup to the sofa where she lay.

Ruth was feverish and thirsty, and eagerly drank it off, although she could not touch the bread and butter which the girl offered her.

She felt better and fresher, though she was still faint and weak.
"Thank you," said Ruth.

"Don't let me keep you; perhaps you are busy.
You have been very kind, and the tea has done me a great deal of good." The girl left the room.