When she wakes, give her a basin of bread-and-milk." So he went away, and presently he came back himself with the medicine.
It tasted very nice, and he was very kind; only he made Jael so cross with saying she had not put boiling water in the hot bottle, and sending it down again; and then making her fetch more pillows out of the spare bedroom (Jael does not like odd things any more than odd times).

But I never had such a hot bottle or such a comfortable headache before, and he pulled the blind down, and I went to sleep.

At first I dreamt a little of the pain, and then I forgot it, and then slept like a top, for hours and hours.
When I awoke I found a basin of bread-and-milk, with a plate over it to keep it warm, on the rush-bottomed chair by the bed.

It hadn't kept it very warm.

It made me think of the suppers of the Three Bears in their three basins, and I dare say theirs were rather cold too.
Perhaps their Jael boiled their bread-and-milk at her own time, whether they were ready for it or not.
But I think mine must have been like the Little Bear's supper, for I ate it all up.
My head was much better, so I went up to our attic, and got out the Fairy Book, that I might not think too much about Margery, and it opened of itself at the Puzzling Tale.