"If the broth is ready, I'll take it in," said Karl, as his sister removed it from the fire.
"Well, here it is; and do tell Dora to come to supper, or at least come yourself. I want to get cleared away some time."
"I'll tell her," said Karl briefly, as he took the bowl of broth, set it in a plate, and laid a silver spoon beside it.
"How handy he is! just like a woman," said Kitty to herself as her brother left the room; and then, going out into the sink-room, she finished washing and putting away the "milk-things,"-a process interrupted by the arrival of Dora with her little charge.
CHAPTER XIX.
A CHAMBER OF MEMORIES.
"How is she now, Dora?" asked Karl, softly opening the door of the rosy-room.
"Better. You can come in if you want to. Have you got the broth?"
"Yes: here it is."
"That's nice. Now hold her up, please, this way, while I feed her. See, little Sunshine! here is some nice broth for you. Take a little, won't you?"