“Are you ill?” asked Nancy in a low, terror-stricken whisper.
“No, I am not a bit ill,” said Augusta; “but I have got one of my stupid headaches. Don’t look so scared, child. Come here, close to me, Nan.”
“Yes,” said Nancy; and she went to Augusta’s side and bent over her. “You are hot, Gussie; and, oh dear, how your face burns!”
“I always get hot like that when I have these stupid headaches; but it is better. I don’t feel it when I am lying down. Nancy, has there been any news from the Asprays?”
“I have not heard of any,” said Nancy.
“Oh, what a relief”——
“We would have heard if—if the worst——” said Nancy.
“Oh, of course; but don’t let as think any more about them,” said Augusta. “And I am not a bit ill, really. Tell them all I am coming down this afternoon, but I shall stay quiet until then.”
“But won’t you have anything to eat, Gussie?”
“No, no; nothing. I could not touch a morsel. Go away now; there’s a good child.”