“Try to sleep,” said Margaret, soothingly.
Obediently, Aunt Peace closed her eyes, but presently she sat up. “I’m so warm,” she said, fretfully. “Where is Doctor Brinkerhoff?”
“He has not come yet, but I think he will be here soon.”
“Margaret?”
“Yes, Aunt Peace.”
“Will you write off the recipe for those little cakes for him? He may be able to find someone to make them for him, though of course they will not be the same.”
“Yes, I will.”
“It’s in my book. They are called ‘Doctor Brinkerhoff’s cakes.’ You will not forget?”
“No, I won’t forget. Can’t you sleep now?”