"What is it, Dick?" she asked tenderly. "Is there anything that you want?"
The suffering child tried to speak, but the painful effort ended in a moan.
The glassy eyes wandered to Liz's face and remained there as though in dumb pleading.
The woman came forward and knelt beside him.
"Are you suffering, my boy?" she asked, endeavoring to strangle the sobs that arose in her throat.
He made a gesture of annoyance.
With all his frail strength he was striving to say something, but the words died upon his lips before a sound was articulated.
He beat the air with his small hands madly, as though unable to bear it.
"Is it water that you want, dear?" asked Leonie. "If so, nod your head!"
He shook it as vigorously as his weakening strength would allow.