As it was, she began very weakly to cry.
"Now don't be silly!" said Max.

"You needn't move.

I'll do it all." He slipped his arm under the pillow, and lifted her.

She commanded herself and drank from the medicine-glass he held to her lips.
"What queer stuff!" she said.

"Is it--is it 'the pain-killer' ?" "What do you know about 'the pain-killer' ?" he said.
She shrank a little at the question, and he did not pursue it.