So I went to a great specialist, who has invented these food tablets for cases just like mine, and he ordered me to eat nothing else." "And are you better ?" asked Maud.
He hesitated.
"Sometimes I imagine I am.

I do not suffer so much pain, but I--I seem to grow weaker all the time." "No wonder!" cried Patsy.

"If you starve yourself you can't grow strong." He looked at her with an expression of surprise.

Then he asked abruptly: "What would you advise me to do, Miss Doyle ?" A chorus of laughter greeted this question.

Patsy flushed a trifle but covered her confusion by demanding: "Would you follow my advice ?" He made a little grimace.