I dun'no' of anything that gits cold any quicker than lamb broth, unless it's love." Amanda put on a cheerful air as she helped Mrs.Field.Presently the two women carried in the little repast to Lois.
"She's asleep," whispered Amanda, who went first with the tea.
They stood looking at the young girl, stretched out her slender length, her white delicate profile showing against the black arm of the sofa.
Her mother caught her breath.

"She's got to be waked up; she's got to have some nourishment, anyhow," said she.

"Come, Lois, wake up, and have your dinner." Lois opened her eyes.

All the animation and defiance were gone from her face.

She was so exhausted that she made no resistance to anything.