She shook her head.
"Isn't Denis comin' yet?"
"Very soon now, dear. Does rubbing make them a little better?"
"Yes, thank you, but I—I'm so hot, Nell! I feel as if it's never rained for years and years! Please may I have my Pearl?"
Nell fetched him. He squeaked angrily and protestingly.
"I don't want him, thank you. S'pose I gave him my cold? Will you put him back in his cage, please?"
Nell took him away, came back, and tucked her in afresh.
"Now try to sleep, sweetheart."
"I don't b'lieve I'll ever go to sleep again. I feel most as if they've burnt eye-holes all round my head."
She heard him coming. She knelt upon the bed quivering and shaking with sick eagerness.