Into what remained of the pint of milk, Mrs.Gaston poured a small portion of hot water, and then crumbled some bread, and put a few grains of salt into it, and took this to the bed for Ella.

The child ate two or three spoonsful; but her stomach soon turned against the food.
"I don't feel hungry, mother," said she, as she laid herself back upon the pillow.
"But you've eaten scarcely any thing to-day: Try and take a little more, dear.

It will do you good." "I can't, indeed, mother." And a slight expression of loathing passed over the child's face.
"Can't you think of something you could eat ?" urged the mother.
"I don't want any thing.

The orange tasted good, and that is enough for to-night," Ella replied, in a cheerful voice.
Mrs.Gaston then sat down by the table with Henry and Emma, and ate a small portion of bread and molasses.

But this food touched not her palate with any pleasurable sensation.