Take these few drops and go to sleep again, and you'll not know yourself to-morrow." "I don't know myself now," she repeated, glancing with slowly dilating eyes at the medicine glass he proffered.

"I can't take it," she protested.

"I forget now why, but I can't take anything more from a glass.

I've promised not to, I think.

Take it away; it makes me feel queer.