Then June went off after another sort of medicine of her own devising, despising the drops which Mr.Randolph had given her.

Without making a confidant of the housekeeper, she contrived to get from her the materials to make Daisy a cup of arrowroot with wine and spices.
June knew well how to be a cook when she pleased; and what she brought to Daisy was, she knew, as good as a cook could make it.

She found the child lying white and still on the bed, and not asleep, nor dead, which June had almost feared at first sight of her.

She didn't want the arrowroot; she said.
"Miss Daisy, s'pose you take it ?" said June.

"It won't do you no hurt--maybe it'll put you to sleep." Daisy was perhaps too weak to resist.