“I thought the little girl would like to have my pillow under her head,” said Tom, handing it to Mamma.
“It was very thoughtful,” answered Mamma.
“And Posy brought the bottle of German cologne she got on her birthday,” added Tom, as Posy stood shyly behind him; “she’s been keeping it for you when you have a headache, but she says she wants the little girl to have it because she didn’t believe she ever had any nice German cologne before.”
Posy felt paid for the little sacrifice she had made when Mamma smiled at her. Meanwhile Nancy was sitting up, looking around her with a bewildered air.
“She probably ate something that hurt her,” said Hannah; “there’s no telling what these kind of people eat. A good dose of thoroughwort would fetch her out of this.”
“What did you have for your breakfast, my dear?” asked Mrs. Winton kindly.
“I didn’t have any breakfast,” answered the child.
“What did you eat for your supper last night?” asked Mrs. Winton.
“I didn’t have any supper, either,” said the little match-girl.
“How happened it, my child?” asked Mrs. Winton, with a serious face.