"Give yourself five minutes--here's my watch to go by!" She slipped it off her own wrist and on to Gracie's.

"Then run up to the nursery and see after the children while Nurse is downstairs! And drink a cup of milk, dearie! Mind you do, for you've had nothing yet." "I shall love to wear your watch," murmured Gracie, beginning to be comforted.
"I know you'll take care of it," Avery said, with a loving hand on the child's hair.

"Now you'll be all right, will you?
I can leave you without worrying ?" Grade gave her face a final polish, and nodded.

Spent and sore though she was, her spirit was beginning to revive.

"Is Mother really ill ?" she asked, as Avery turned to go.
"I don't know, dear.