There was little more than the shadow of the boy, and his blue eyes stared dully up at the girl's face.

But there was life in him still, thanks to her, and though there was no expression in his gaze, his lips smiled faintly, and faint words came from them.
"Thank you," he said, "I am better to-day.

Yes, I could eat something." Regina bent lower, smiling happily, and she kissed the boy's face three times; she kissed his eyes and dry lips.

And he, too, smiled again.
Then she left the bedside and went to a dark corner, where she cautiously moved aside a loose board.

From the recess she took a common tumbler and a bottle of old wine and a battered iron spoon.