Lucy said nothing in reply to this, but she thought to herself, that she wished the doctors could find out some medicines that did not taste so bad.
Miss Anne received the medicine from the doctor, and prepared it in a spoon, with some water, for Lucy to take. Just before it was ready, the door opened, and Royal came in.
“Why, Royal,” said his mother, “how came you to get up?”
“I heard a noise, and I thought it was morning,” said Royal.
“Morning? no,” replied his mother; “it is midnight.”
“Midnight?” said Lucy. She was quite astonished. She did not recollect that she had ever been up at midnight before, in her life.
“Is Lucy sick?” said Royal.
“No, not very sick,” said Lucy.
Royal came and stood by the rocking-chair, and looked into Lucy’s face.
“I am sorry that you are sick,” said he. “Is there anything that I can do for you?”