’Hewasverysorry，Icantellyou，’sheannounced，’andwantedtosendadoctor。Andhe’scomingagainto-morrowheisandIdon’tthinkhe’llhaveagoodsleepto-nightalongo’hearingaboutyourhead，LittleMother。Ohmy!Ain’tyoubeena-crying!’
’IthinkIhave，alittle，Maggy。’
’Alittle!Oh!’
’Butit’sallovernow——alloverforgood，Maggy。Andmyheadismuchbetterandcooler，andIamquitecomfortable。IamverygladIdidnotgodown。’
Hergreatstaringchildtenderlyembracedher；andhavingsmoothedherhair，andbathedherforeheadandeyeswithcoldwaterofficesinwhichherawkwardhandsbecameskilful，huggedheragain，exultedinherbrighterlooks，andstationedherinherchairbythewindow。Overagainstthischair，Maggy，withapoplecticexertionsthatwerenotatallrequired，draggedtheboxwhichwasherseatonstory-tellingoccasions，satdownuponit，huggedherownknees，andsaid，withavoraciousappetiteforstories，andwithwidely-openedeyes：