"Oh, we often feel like that when we have headaches. But come; you must get into bed. I will undress you; then I will bring you a cup of something hot, and after that you will sleep."
Christian was so thoroughly miserable that Miss Jessie's ministrations were gratefully received. She allowed the little woman to take off her things and to lay her between the sheets, to wrap the eider-down over her, and then put her cool, firm hand on the burning forehead.
"I'll be back in a minute, darling," she said. "You took no supper this evening. That is the worst way in the world to treat a headache of your sort. I'll be back immediately."
In a very short time Miss Jessie returned with a little tray containing a cup of hot coffee and some bread and butter.
"Now you must eat, Christian," she said; "you must eat and drink. Afterwards you shall sleep."
Christian did eat and drink. It was wonderful how the food revived her, how altogether less miserable the world seemed when she had finished her little meal.
"And now you won't guess what I have got for you," said Miss Jessie.
"No, Jessie, I can't. And you can't have brought me anything—anything at all that I should care for."
"Yes, but I have. What do you say to two letters?"