Next you know
you'll be gettin' run down, an' I'll be havin' to brew some dandelion
bitters for you." She came to an abrupt stop half-way between the oven
and the kitchen table, a bowl and spoon poised in her hand. "I ain't
sure but it's time to brew you somethin' anyway," she announced. "You
ain't had a tonic fur quite a spell an' mebbe 'twould do you good."
A helpless protest trembled on Willie's lips.
"I--I--don't think I need any bitters, Celestina," he at last observed
mildly.
"You don't know whether you do or not," Celestina replied with as near
an approach to sharpness as she was capable of. "However, there's no
call to discuss that now. The chief thing this minute is for you to
sit up to the table an' eat your victuals."
Docilely the man obeyed. He was hungry it proved, very hungry indeed.
With satisfaction Celestina watched every spoonful of food he put to
his lips, inwardly gloating as one muffin after another disappeared;
and when at last he could eat no more and took his blackened cob pipe
from his pocket, she drew a sigh of satisfaction.
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