"Yes, Jane."
"Now, did you?" Jane picked up the glass, looked into it, then at Gwendolyn. "Honest?"
"Yes,—every sip."
"Gwendolyn?" Jane held her with doubting eyes. "I don't believe it!"
"But I did!"
Jane bent down to the cup, sniffed it, then smelled of the glass.
"Gwendolyn," she said solemnly, "I know you did not take your medicine. You poured it into this cup."
"But I didn't!"
"I seen." Jane pointed an accusing finger.
"How could you?" demanded Gwendolyn. "You were looking at the brick house."