5/20 You'll find a piece of pork roasting in the oven. You might start paring the apples for the sauce." As Mrs.Bunting went upstairs her legs felt as if they were made of cotton wool. She put out a trembling hand, and clutched at the banister for support. But soon, making a great effort over herself, she began to feel more steady; and after waiting for a few moments on the landing, she knocked at the door of the drawing-room. "I'm not well," he called out querulously; "I think I've caught a chill. |