By the time they had done this and were undressing the
baby, Ethel Brown and Mrs. Emerson's cook were at the door with jellied
broth, milk, gruel and a cooling drink.
Ethel Blue fed the woman, spoonful by spoonful, and Ethel Brown gave
the baby alternate spoonfuls of gruel and milk.
"Sleepy now?" asked Mrs. Emerson when the dark head sank back on the
pillow. "Take a nap, then. See, the baby is right here where you can
lay your hand on her. We'll look in now and then and just as soon as
you wake up you must take some more food."
"Must!" repeated the girl, for she was hardly older than Miss Merriam
they saw when her hair was pushed back from her face. "Must! 'Tis
_glad_ I'll be to be doing it!" and a ghost of a smile fluttered her
lips.
Outside of the bedroom door Mrs. Emerson asked for an explanation and
the others for her advice.
"I don't see how we can tell what we can do until we pull her through
this trouble and find out what the poor soul wants to do herself."
"She said she came out from New York to look for work in the country."
"Then we must find her work in the country. But the first thing for us
to attend to is to get her poor body into such a condition that she can
work.
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