Whatsoever strange thing had happened perhaps it had awakened the stunned instinct in the girl--perhaps some change had begun to take place and she _would_ eat the bit of food.

That would be sane and healthy enough in any case.

The test would be the egg and the crisp toast--the real test.

Sometimes a patient had a moment of uplift and then it died out too quickly to do good.
But when she had been made ready and the tray was brought Robin ate the small breakfast without shrinking from it, and the slight colour did not die away from her cheek.

The lost look was in her eyes no more, her voice had a new tone.