"Poor thing!" thought Sara, "I do believe she was starved!" then aloud,
"If you can hold the cup, I'll make you some more toast; shall I?"
"Yes, please!" in a stronger voice, "I never tasted anything so good!"
While she was eating the second piece, Sara took a pencil and small
notebook from her satin bag and scribbling a line, stepped hastily down
the hall to the third door. It was opened by the same little girl who
had first directed her.
"Is this Mrs. Maloney's room?" asked Sara.
"Yes'm."
"And you are her little girl?"
"Yes'm."
"Could I get you to do an errand for me?"
"Mebbe."
"It's to take this paper to Reed's store on G Street, and bring home the
things the clerk will give you. If you will I'll give you an orange when
you come back."
The child's eyes brightened.
"I'll go," she said. "Ma's down-stairs, and I'm minding the baby, but
I'll call her."
"Thank you," said Sara, and ran back to her charge.
She was glad to see that the pale face on the pillow did not look so
deathly now, and the blue shadows had nearly disappeared. She even
smiled with some brightness, and her grateful eyes followed Sara about
the room. A breeze had arisen, and was blowing refreshingly through the
window, and the latter gladly seated herself where she could catch it
all.
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