“I’ve never been real ill. There were the measles once in the home and we had to stay in bed. I was so hungry. Oh, do you know where Bridget is? She was so good to me.”
“She is at Mr. Borden’s.”
“Could I please to have a drink?”
Miss Armitage brought a glass of milk.
“Would you like something to eat—a bit of custard?”
“I’m not hungry. But the milk was good. Thank you. Who brought me back from that great dark pit?”
“The doctor, I guess,” with a smile.
“Could I be turned over?”
Miss Armitage turned her so her face was toward the sky. She drew a long breath. 76
“Do you mind if I should go to sleep?”