"Now your medicine." She found the bottle under his direction and, again lifting his head, gave him his medicine.
"Oh, this is fine.

I will take my medicine as often as you want me to, and I think another drink would be good." She brought him the glass.

"I like to drink slowly," he said, looking up into her eyes.

But she shook her head at him.
"No nonsense now," she warned him.
"Nonsense!" he said, sinking back with a sigh, "I want you to believe me, Kathleen, it is anything but nonsense.

My God, it is religion!" "Now then," said Kathleen, ignoring his words, "I shall just smooth out your pillows and straighten down your bed, tuck you in and make you comfortable for the night and then--" "And then," he interrupted eagerly, "oh, Kathleen, all good children get it, you know." A deep flush tinged her face.