The convulsive fit had passed away and she was sitting up supported by a pillow, the fair hair hanging about her flushed face, and beating the blanket with her little fevered hands.
"Take me, mummy, take me, I thirsty," she moaned.
"There, that's how she goes on all day and it fairly breaks my heart to see her," said the mother, wiping away a tear with her apron.

"If you'll be so kind as to mind her a minute, miss, I'll go and make a little lemonade.

I've got a couple of oranges left, and she seems to like them best of anything." Jane's heart was stirred, and, leaning down, she took the child in her arms.

"Go and get the drink," she said, "I will look after her till you come," and she began to walk up and down the room rocking the little sufferer to and fro.
Presently she looked up to see Dr.Merchison standing in the doorway.
"Jane, you here!" he said.
"Yes, Ernest." He stepped towards her, and, before she could turn away or remonstrate, bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"You shouldn't do that, dear," she said, "it's out of the bargain." "Perhaps I shouldn't," he answered, "but I couldn't help it.

I said that I would keep clear of you, and if I have met you by accident it is not my fault.