I do not care so much about the beads, but I need the medicine.
I feel so horribly tired and weak, all the time." "Send one of the men," suggested Veronica.
"A man could not buy jet things," objected Matilde.

"You could not let Elettra go out for me, could you?
It is a fine morning, for a wonder, and she need not be gone more than half an hour." "Certainly," answered Veronica, promptly.

"She has nothing to do, and the walk will be good for her." She rose and rang for her maid.
"I will go and get the recipe," said Matilde, rising, too.

"It is an old one, given me by our poor doctor who died last year, and I kept it because it did me so much good.

They will make it up in ten minutes.