Then he said to Maria, "Will you wait and have some hot beefsteak and tea with papa, darling ?" Maria shook her head.
"I think she had better eat the cold beef and bread, and drink the wine, and go at once to bed, if she is to start on that early train to-morrow," Ida said.
"Maybe you are right, dear," Harry said.

"Hurry with the roast beef and bread and wine for Miss Maria, Josephine, and Annie can see to my supper afterwards." All this time Harry was coaxing the baby to imbibe spoonfuls of the hot milk.

It was hard work, for Evelyn was not very hungry.

She had been given a good deal of cake and pie from a bakery all day.
However, at last she was roused sufficiently to finish her little meal, and Maria drank her glass of wine and ate a little of the bread and meat, although it seemed to her that it would choke her.

She was conscious of her father's loving, anxious eyes upon her as she ate, and she made every effort.
Little Evelyn had recently had her own little room fitted up.