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Brewster waited until every one was gone his or her way, then she ran after her son. No one knows what was said or done, then or during the day but that night, as they all sat at supper, John stood up and smiled. Jeb was just passing with a basket of newly laid eggs, and Sary was leaning over Mr. Brewster's back with a deep dish of milk-toast that she expected to place before him.
Between them stood a plate of milk-toast and the little pewter tea-pot, puffing threads of steam from its puny nozzle as if it really intended an opposition to the great salamander of a kettle that sung and fumed and made a great ado over the hot fire back in the chimney.
She forgot milk-toast and all else in this final bout with her unwilling lover. She hurried over and nudged him sharply in the ribs, then whispered in a stage tone: "G'wan now, Jeb! Spruce up an' tell 'em like-ez-how this air goin' to be a double trick! John an' Miss Anne, me an' you see!" Polly and Eleanor laughed appreciatively, and Mrs. Brewster smiled for she had had suspicions.
Sam Brewster half arose to congratulate the two young people, but Sary's dish was in the way. He bumped his head and the dish slid from her hands. Sary threw up both hands in dismay there was the milk-toast spattered all over the ground! But a laugh from her mistress caused her to look in the direction the family-group were gazing.
But she was all right again in a minute, brave as two, an' she was like a child when she see what he'd brought her a big platter for a tray, with milk-toast an' an apple an' five cents' worth o' dates. She done her best to eat, too, and praised him up, an' the poor soul hung over her, watchin' every mouthful, feedin' her, coaxin' her, lookin' like nothin' more'n a boy himself.
Ann ended with a hysterical sob. Jerome and Elmira exchanged terrified glances. "That was a beautiful dream, mother," Jerome said, soothingly. "Now try to eat your supper." "It's been so real all day. I feel as if your father had come an' gone again," Ann sobbed. "Try and eat some of this milk-toast, mother; it's real nice," urged Elmira. But Ann could eat no supper.
A few hours' fasting is an excellent remedy, and may continue until a feeling of faintness warns you that nature needs your assistance. Then eat slowly a little light food, such as milk-toast or very hot beef-tea. Quiet and diet work more wonders than quarts of medicine.
But I, who gave the fiat on which life or death hung poised as unhesitatingly as I controlled the fluctuations of an influenza; and I, to whom the pliability of the feminine will had long since become an accepted and somewhat elemental fact, like the nature of milk-toast; I, Dr.
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