“All right,” replied the captain, who was sitting as before, intent on his book. Nancy took the cup upstairs.
She helped her sister into bed, and then gave her the arrowroot, inquiring whether she had made it well.
“Quite well, only it was rather sweet,” answered Lavinia.
“Sweet!” echoed Nancy, in reply. “Why, I hardly put any sugar at all into it; I remembered that you don’t like it.”
Lavinia finished the cupful. Nancy tucked her up, and gave her a good-night kiss. “Pleasant dreams, Lavinia dear,” she called back, as she was shutting the door.
“Thank you, Nancy; but I hope I shall sleep to-night without dreaming,” answered Lavinia.
As Nancy went downstairs she turned into the kitchen for her own arrowroot, which she had left all that time in the saucepan. Being fond of it, she had made enough for herself as well as for Lavinia.
XII.
It was between half-past ten and eleven, and Captain and Mrs. Fennel were in their bedroom preparing to retire to rest. She stood before the glass doing her hair, having thrown a thin print cotton cape upon her shoulders as usual, to protect her dress; he had taken off his coat.