'
'How is poor Jenny?' said Emily.
'Her throat is very bad, but she is quite sensible now, and wishes to
have me there. What did you want, Emily?'
'Oh! I wish you would draw the curtain, the light hurts me; that
will do--no--now it is worse, pray put it as it was before. Oh!
Lily, if you knew how ill I am you would not leave me.'
'Can I do anything for you--will you have some coffee?'
'Oh! no, it has a bad taste, I am sure it is carelessly made.'
'Shall I make you some fresh, with the spirit lamp?'
'No, I am tired of it. I wonder if I might have some tamarinds?'
'I will ask as soon as papa comes from church.'
'Is he gone to church? how could he go when we are all so ill?'
'Perhaps he was doing us more good at church than he could at home.
You will be glad to hear, Emily, that he has sent for Rachel to come
and help us.'
'Oh! has he? but she lives so far off, and gets her letters so
seldom, I don't reckon at all upon her coming. If she could come
directly it would be a comfort.'
'It would, indeed,' said Lily; 'she would know what to do for Jane.'
'Lily, where is the ether? You are always taking it away.'
'In Jane's room; I will fetch it.
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