Yes, Mother, cry POLLY and JACK together.
Well, good night, then, Mary dear, says MOTHER.
Good night, Nurse Mary, says FATHER. Then Mother and Father both go out, the one to her own room and the other to the street.
Come, Nurse Mary, says JACK, you must take your medicine.
Do you suppose it is very bitter? asks NURSE MARY.
I think it is, says JACK, looking into the bottle and smelling it. It looks bitter and it smells bitter.
But you mustn't mind that, Nurse Mary, says POLLY; because it will make you well.
All right, says NURSE MARY. Pour it out.
Then Polly holds the spoon, and Jack carefully pours the medicine into it. Nurse Mary opens her mouth, swallows the dose, and makes a wry face, shuddering.
Was it horrid? asks JACK.