"Could you eat anything now?"
The eyes opened quickly.
"Yes," she said eagerly, "yes."
Sara hurried to light the little stove and make the tea, managing also to brown a slice of bread over the flame. She looked for milk and butter, but found none.
"There is only sugar for your tea," she began.
"Never mind," said the eager voice again, "let me have it. Oh, how good it smells!"
Sara brought the plain little repast to the bedside, and, rising to her elbow, the young girl partook with an eagerness that was pitiful.
"Poor thing!" thought Sara, "I do believe she was starved!" then aloud,
"If you can hold the cup, I'll make you some more toast; shall I?"
"Yes, please!" in a stronger voice, "I never tasted anything so good!"
While she was eating the second piece, Sara took a pencil and small notebook from her satin bag and scribbling a line, stepped hastily down the hall to the third door. It was opened by the same little girl who had first directed her.