We must let it drink every drop, if it will." There they sat on the hard, hay-strewn floor, one entirely, and the other almost entirely covered with purple silk, their eyes fixed upon the bottle and the feeding calf.

After a time the latter declined to take any more milk, and raised its head from Miriam's lap.
"There," she cried; "see, it can hold up its own head.

I expect it was only faint from want of food.

After this I will feed it oftener.

It was the bread-making that made me forget it this time." "Let us wait a minute," said Dora, who was now taking an earnest and womanly interest in the welfare of this weakling.