“And you’ll have it up in the old nursery with me,” said Richardson.
“All right, nursey, if you’ll eat your dinner with me.”
“If you don’t mind, my pretty.”
“Mind?” said Pen. “I’d love it.”
For the time she was in quite good spirits. She went into the house with the old nurse. They visited the nursery, and the dinner in question was soon brought on the board, and the two ate with hearty good appetite.
“I’m that relieved that you ain’t a bit sore-throaty nor head-achy,” said the nurse.
“No. I’m as right as possible,” said Pen, “as well as possible,” she repeated. “It isn’t that.”
“You’ll go to-morrow? Miss Clara was in a state.”
“I don’t know—I don’t know when I’ll go.”
Having satisfied her appetite her nervous fears began again.