With difficulty Clara broke her slumber.
'Don't you feel well, Jane ?' she asked, noticing a strangeness in the child's way of replying to her.
'Not very, miss.

My head's bad, an' I'm so thirsty.

May I drink out of the jug, miss ?' 'Stay where you are.

I'll bring it to you.' Jane drank a great deal.

Presently she fell again into slumber, which was again broken in the same way.