Then she lifted my head on her arm and fed me the cocoa spoonful by
spoonful.
"Thank you, I 'm better now," I said; my voice sounded natural to
myself, and I made an effort to sit up. "I 'm so sorry I 've made you
all this trouble--"
"Don't talk about trouble, child; you lay back against those pillows
and rest you. I 'll be back in a little while." She left the room.