“You sent for me, dear child,” went on Dr. Sales.
She nodded, and then turned her eyes anxiously towards Elfie, who came and bent down to hear what Erminie should have to say.
“Something to give me—” Erminie panted and stopped.
—“Strength, do you mean, my dear?” inquired Elfie.
Erminie nodded.
Elfie poured out some liquid from a vial into a spoon and put it to her lips.
Erminie swallowed with difficulty, but seemed to be revived by the dose.
“Now, dear, go—and leave me—with my pastor—please,” she murmured.
And Elfie gave the purport of these words to the pastor, and then left the room.
Erminie turned her fading eyes upon the anxious face of her old friend.