"If I could only right side up her stomach. I
wonder if an orange would do it;" and counting her little stock of
money--six shillings in all--she took a few pennies, and going to the
stewardess, bade her buy two of the finest and swatest oranges in the
butler's pantry."
"Here, honey! Here's what will turn that nasty, creepin' sickness, an'
make ye feet like the top of the mornin'," she said to Bessie, as she
sat down beside her and held a piece of the juicy fruit to her lips.
And Bessie was trying to take it when a voice outside said to Mrs.
Goodnough:
"I heard there was some one very sick, and have come to see if I can do
anything for her."
The next moment a middle-aged lady, with grayish hair and a sweet, sad
face, came in, and going up to Jennie, said:
"Is this the sick girl?"
For a moment Bessie's face was scarlet, and there was a frightened look
in her blue eyes as she regarded her visitor, who continued, very
gently:
"I am sorry to find you suffering so much. My nephew Grey has been sick
all the voyage, or I should have been down here before.
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