Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 116 of 233
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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON'’S. 105 Did she not know he was alseep? That was not answer- ing her question. ~ Until he wakes it will be quite impossible to say,” Mrs. Allen replied. ‘The doctors do not wish to wake him: it is well for him to sleep. I have prepared some bacon and eggs for breakfast, Miss Johnson? Is that right?” “ Yes,” Dolores answered. “They wilt wish their break- fast.” She gave no sign that bacon and eggs were not their usual breakfast ; bread and coffee and occasionally potatoes were their meal. But what were bacon and eggs to this that had befallen them ? Mrs. Allen nodded as she set the tea on one side of the hearth to keep hot. Dolores turned away and went out to the entry preparing to go out in the rain. Then she took the pail and went to the shed to milk Brindle. Mrs. Allen paused at the window to watch her. She was a grotesque figure striding through the storm with her father’s hat on, and the boots pathetically out of place on her feet. The nurse shook her head as she went back into the room set- ting the dishes and preparing the bacon and eggs for the doctors beyond the closed doors. Dolores was drenched when she reached the shed, but she minded it apparently not at all. She pushed back the’ shawl and drew the three-legged stool out of the corner. Brindle watched her with great solemn eyes. The girl laid her hand lingeringly on the brown flank. nearest her. She was fond of the cow in her way; somehow the big sober animal seemed to understand her, and never shunned her as people did. Be eae The streams of milk in the pail joined in with the rain against the windows. It was half gloom in the shed. The chickens strayed in, perking their heads knowingly; their turn wouldcome next; the girl never forgot them. In the pen back of the shed the pig grunted hungrily. When the pail was full Dolores pulled down some hay from the “ GEomichboo SS (eo)