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." The words tailed off into a whisper.

Still the lips moved as though speech fluttered upon them; but no speech came.
"You just tell me where he is, and maybe we'll fetch 'im," said Tilda encouragingly.
The eyes, which had been fixed on the child's, and with just that look you may note in a dog's eyes when he waits for his master's word, wandered to the table by the bedside, and grew troubled, distressful.
"Which of 'em ?" asked Tilda, touching the medicine bottles and glasses there one by one.
But the patient seemed to shake her head, though with a motion scarcely perceptible.
She could talk no more.
Tilda lay back thinking.
"Sister!" she said, twenty minutes later, when the Second Nurse entered the ward.

The Second Nurse had charge just now, the matron being away on her August holiday.
"Well, dear ?" "She wants something." Tilda nodded towards the next bed.
"To be sure she does, and I'm going to give it to her." The Second Nurse, composed in all her movements, bent over the medicine table.
"Garn!" retorted Tilda.

"It's easy seen you wasn' brought up along with animals.