38 DAISY

@n going to his room | shook him vigorously.
“Robertson, Robertson, wake up.” After some.
difficulty, | roused him. He shuffled off the bed
as | told him my errand, and in a moment we
were beside the sick child.

“Speak to her,” said Mrs. Brummond im.
patiently; “she is ill” 3

ale bitched Wie Wand! over bis fece and lean.
ing over her said, “B)aisy, won’t you speak to
me?”’ |

A\t-the sound of his voice, the child opened
her eyes, and looked up at him dreamily. “Then
in a low voice, she repeated the terrible oath he
liad cuttered <a tow Hours berore le Gounded
unspeakably dreadful coming from her childish lips.

“Put on your coat,” | said, “and go for a

doctor; the child’s mind is wandering,”