"I don't think I want any breakfast," said Edna, snuggling down with a grateful feeling for the warmth and quiet.
"Not want any breakfast? Then you certainly aren't well. When waffles and fried chicken cannot tempt you, I know something is wrong."
Mrs. Conway went on with the finishing touches to her dress and hair while Edna dozed, but half conscious of what was going on around her. She did not hear her mother leave the room, and did not know how long it was before she heard Celia's voice saying: "Mother says you'd better try to drink this."
"This" was a cup of hot milk of which Edna tried to take a few sips and then lay back on her pillow. "I don't want it," she said.
"Poor little sister," said Celia commiseratingly. "It is too bad you don't feel well. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, thank you," replied Edna weakly.
"Mother is coming up in a minute," Celia went on. "Uncle Bert and all of them are going this morning, but as soon as they are off she will come up to see how you are."
"Is everyone going?" asked Edna languidly.
"No, not this morning. Uncle Bert and his family take the morning train because they have the furthest to go, and Aunt Lucia wants to get home with the children before dark. Uncle Wilbur, Aunt Emmeline and all those are going on the afternoon train. Father thinks he must get back to-day, too."
Edna made no answer, but closed her eyes again drowsily.