John deposited his burden on the table, then touched her shoulder gently and spoke in so soft a voice that one would not have recognised it as his.
'You'll try an' eat a little, my dear?
Here's somethin' as has been made particular.

After travellin'-- just a spoonful or two.' Clara expressed reluctance.
'I don't feel hungry, father.

Presently, perhaps.' 'Well, well; it do want to cool a bit.

Do you feel able to sit up ?' 'Yes.

Don't take so much trouble, father.