"How is your head now, Tom?" she asked, for she was very fond of her brother, although he did give her so much trouble sometimes.
"Feels like a pumpkin," said the boy as he nestled down in the pillow again.
"Shall I make you a cup of tea presently?" said Elsie. "Perhaps that will do you good."
"Perhaps it will," murmured the boy, in a sleepy tone, as he turned his head from the light.
Elsie generally took her mother a cup of tea to the work-room, about three o'clock, and when she had done this, she poured out a cup for Tom, and cut a thin slice of bread and butter, and took both up to him. He was asleep, but tossing his arms about restlessly, and rolling his head on the pillow, and moaning so dolefully, that as soon as he had drank the tea, Elsie went off in a fright to tell her mother that she thought Tom must be very ill.
"It is a feverish cold he has got, and he may have to lie in bed two or three days," said Mrs. Winn, who was not alarmed at trifles, and had often seen Tom suffering from a chill.
She was too busy to go and see Tom again at once, but at tea time, she took him a cup of tea and another slice of thin bread and butter.
Tom was moaning restlessly in his sleep.
"Tom, dear, wake up and have your tea," said his mother, laying her hand on his forehead to rouse him.
Tom opened his eyes, and seized eagerly upon the tea to drink, but he did not want anything to eat, and was soon as drowsy as ever.