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“Oh,” said Miss Bibby, “I should not think of going away for my holiday, Anna. Mrs. Lomax knows nothing would make me leave the children so long, while she is so far away. But since she begged me to take a day a week to myself, I am going to shut myself in my room to-day. I have very important work.”
“Working him a pair of slippers, I’ll undertake,” ran Anna’s thoughts. But aloud she said, “Yes, you do, Miss Bibby. I’ll keep them youngsters away from you; you get a good rest while you’re about it.”
The heartiness in her tone was due to the fact that she was about to ask for an extra special holiday for herself in a day or two to attend the Mountain Bakers’ picnic at a distant waterfall.
So Miss Bibby disappeared into her room for the day, after having written down the children’s meals in her painstaking fashion on the kitchen slate, and given the tradesmen’s orders, and seen the children happily engaged in their favourite game of Swiss Family Robinson.
Anna sighed with relief; gentle as Miss Bibby was she had a way of keeping people up to the mark, and on a warm day like this, a well-executed policy of “letting things slip” appealed to the imagination.
Miss Bibby came back a moment.
[p114] />“Anna,” she said, “I have neglected to give Master Max and Miss Lynn their medicine, will you call them in and give it to them? I do not want to waste time.”
Anna undertook the commission.
“Don’t know what I’m thinking of; I forgot my own doses,” she muttered as she went to the dining-room for the bottles. Max had been ordered a pleasant preparation of malt to fortify his little system during his convalescence, and Lynn an iron tonic. The other two were making such excellent recoveries nothing was needed.
Anna reached the two bottles from the cupboard, measured out with a steady hand a tablespoon of the malt, and swallowed it, then followed it by a teaspoonful of Lynn’s iron. She looked at herself in the sideboard mirror as she did so. “I don’t think I’m looking any better,” she said mournfully.