Martha soon opened her eyes, and, recognizing Helen, smiled faintly.
“How do you feel, Martha?” inquired Helen, anxiously.
“I am afraid I am going to be sick,” said Martha.
“When did you first feel it?”
“It has been coming on for several days. I have not been free from the headache for a week.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” asked Helen, reproachfully.
“Because you could have done me no good, my dear child.”
“Let me help you to the bed. Now you must lie down, and try to rest. I suppose you have worked just as usual, too, you imprudent Martha.”
“I can’t afford to lie still, you know.”
“You can afford to lie still better than to ruin your health.”