"Oh, will you, nursey?"
Christian felt so cheered that her great trouble of next week seemed to recede in the distance.
"And may I toast the bread and put on the butter?"
"To be sure, darling! I keep my own tea and bread and butter in this cupboard; and here is fresh milk. And you shall have a new-laid egg."
"Oh, I should love it!" said Christian. "Do give me a thick slice of bread at once, nursey, and let me toast it."
The next few minutes passed happily, and soon Christian was munching buttered toast, eating her egg, and drinking hot tea. It is wonderful what a good fire, a sympathizing old nurse who is not too curious, and sweet tea and buttered toast will accomplish. Christian had been thinking herself the most miserable, cruelly used, neglected girl in the world; but now once again the sunny side of life appeared.
Nurse resumed her work. She was mending a little brown skirt, adding to it and putting fresh braid round the bottom.
"Is that my old skirt? I thought I had done with it," said Christian.
"It will be as good as new when I have finished my work over it," replied nurse. Her tone was guarded.