And you're not to come down to-morrow except for dinner.

I'll send your meals up--you shan't be starved! But you must have a thorough rest." "Oh, Kitty!" Nan's exclamation was a positive wail of dismay.
Kitty cheerfully dismissed any possibility of discussion.
"It's quite settled, my dear.

You'll be feeling it all far worse to-morrow than to-day.

So get into bed now as quickly as possible." "This milk's absolutely boiling," complained Nan irritably.

"I can't drink it." "Then undress first and drink it when you're in bed.