She let them raise her, prop her up with a pillow, and nearly feed her with the dinner.

Then she lay back, and her eyes closed.
Amanda went home, and Mrs.Field went back to the kitchen to put away the dinner dishes.

She had eaten nothing herself, and now she poured some of the broth into a cup, and drank it down with great gulps without tasting it.

It was simply filling of a necessity the lamp of life with oil.
After her housework was done, she sat down in the kitchen with her knitting.

There was no sound from the other room.
The latter part of the afternoon Amanda came past the window and entered the back door.