"What would be the use when you have a tolerably rich, grown-up daughter, whose principal business and pleasure it will be to take care of and provide for her long-lost, but now happily recovered mother.

And here comes uncle with your sleeping potion," she added, as Mr.Leland at that moment appeared in the doorway, cup in hand.
"Here is something which I hope will quiet your cough, Laura," he said, coming to the bedside.

"It is not bad to take, either, and will be likely to secure you a good night's rest." "I don't know," she returned doubtfully, eyeing the cup with evident disfavour, "I was never good at dosing." "You prefer lying awake, racked with that distressing cough ?" "No," she sighed, taking the cup from his hand, "even quite a bad dose would be better than that.

And it was not so bad after all," she concluded as she returned the cup, after swallowing its contents.
"Glad to hear you say so," he said in reply.

"And now take my further advice--lie still and go to sleep, leaving all the talk with Eva till to-morrow.