"I'm here now, Granny. Please go to sleep right away. Or--would you like
a glass of milk first?"
"What say?"
"Milk, dear,--hot milk?"
"Yes, yes, it will put me to sleep. Quite hot, not lukewarm."
Charlotte went down the steep stairs again, heated the milk, and brought
it back. When it had been taken she kissed the small face, drew the linen
sheet smooth again, and went away with the candle. In her own room she
presently lay down upon her cot, rejoicing that the old lady could not
hear its creaking.
Toward morning she fell asleep.
CHAPTER XII
A CHALLENGE
"Miss Ruston!"
"Yes?" The answer came through the door of the dark-room. "I can't come
out for four minutes. Can you give me the message through a closed door?"
"Certainly," responded Amy Mathewson, standing outside. She was dressed
for motor travel and her eyes were full of anticipation. "Mr. Macauley
is taking some of us out to meet Dr. Burns at Sunny Farm. The Doctor has
telephoned from there that he would be very glad if you could come with
us, bring your camera, and take some photographs of a patient for him."
"Delighted--if I can arrange for Granny," Charlotte called back.
"Mrs. Burns's Cynthia will stay with her."
"How soon must we start?"
"As soon as you can be ready."
"Give me ten minutes, and I'll be there.
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