Ernest lifted the invalid into a sitting posture, and put the glass to his mouth.
He drained it, and gave a sigh of satisfaction.
“It is good,” he said briefly.
“I wish there were more.”
“It goes to the right spot. It puts strength into me.”
“Shall I go to the village and buy more?”
“I—I don’t know——”
“I can get back very soon.”
“Very well; go, like a good boy.”
“I shall have to trouble you for some money, Uncle Peter.”