"Not any nasty medicine," begged Edna.
"No, only some tiny tablets that you can swallow right down with a little water." She went to the bureau and found the little phial she was in search of. After shaking out a few pellets in her hand, she brought them to Edna with a glass of water and the child took the dose obediently, for she knew these small tablets of old.
"Now," Mrs. Conway went on, "I will cover you up warm, and you must try to get to sleep. Grandma is trying to keep the house quiet and Ben has taken off the boys. I am going to tidy up the room and stay here with you for awhile. There, now; you will be more comfortable that way," and under her mother's loving touches Edna felt happier already and in a short time fell into a sound sleep from which she awakened feeling brighter. Her mother was sitting by the window crocheting where the sun was streaming in.
Edna sat up and pushed back the hair from her face. Her mother noticed the movement. "Well, dearie," she said, "you have had a nice nap and I hope you feel ever so much better."
"Yes, I think I do," said the child a little doubtfully.
"That wasn't a very enthusiastic voice. You can't be sure about it?"
"Yes, I can. I do feel a great deal better."
"And as if you would like a little something to eat?"
"Why—what could I eat?"
"How would some milk toast and a soft-boiled egg do?"