But it was sweet and clean, and Dorothy closed her eyes directly after Samanthy Hobbs put to her lips a drink of catnip tea!
"She's the girl from the asylum," whispered the farmer's wife. "Jest keep still and we will git her back all right."
CHAPTER XIII[ToC]
THE SAD AWAKENING
Such a long, lovely sleep, on that fluffy feather bed! Everything so sweet, so wholesome, even in her half-conscious state Dorothy knew that things about her were right—that they were "homey."
Then the smooth-roughness of that woman's hands, the life of them seemed to cry out comfort, while the harsh flesh told another story.
Twice Dorothy had opened her eyes over a pan of chicken broth. She had to take it, and she was glad of it.
Then, outside in the hall room, that was really nothing more nor less than a landing for the unrailed stairs, she thought she could hear the old-fashioned voice of a very old-fashioned man—he wanted to fetch her something, and he didn't seem to care just what.