“Wonder if any one’s tucked up that poor little orchid!” said Norah. From Jean’s corner came a sound that might have been termed either a grunt or a snore, according as the hearer might be more or less kindly disposed. Norah was pondering the problem when she followed her through the gate of sleep.
“I almost feared I’d lost my little Bush mate.”
CHAPTER III
THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN
Yet long ago it was promised by Someone,
Who lovingly help for the children implored,
That if only you gave one a cup of cold water,