"I'm only a little low," she replied, huskily.
"How I wish I had given you some reviving Drops, before I put out the Candle! I will light it again."
"Oh no! Drops would do me no good—they would not give me what I want."
"What do you want?"
"To see my Mother once more, and my Brothers, and my Sisters, and every one at Home. I do pine for them all so, you can't think!"
And now she sobbed outright, though quietly. "It seems so long since I came away, and the Prospect before me is so forlorn; no certain Hope of going back; or ever, ever seeing them any more!"
"Gertrude, I shall get up and give you the Drops. They will give you Strength."
"I'm afraid they won't."
"Yes, they will. You have over-tired yourself to-day; you are trying to get about too soon. The Drops will quiet you and set you to sleep, and to-morrow you will be better."