"I shall think of her as the Agreeable Woman."
"Now, Mrs. Mills, I am going to give you some advice. What your daughter needs is nourishing food. Use this money to provide it not only for her but for yourself."
"I will—but when this is gone," she hesitated.
"We will appeal to the Disagreeable Woman. What has your daughter taken?"
"I have given her some beef tea."
"That is good as far as it goes. Do you think she could eat a bit of steak?"
"I will ask her."
Alice seemed so pleased at the suggestion that Frank was dispatched to the butcher's for a pound of sirloin steak, and a few potatoes. Soon the rich and appetizing flavor of broiled steak pervaded the apartment, and a smile of contentment lighted up the face of the sick girl.
"Now mind that you and Frank eat some too," I said. "I will see you to-morrow morning.