She fluttered like a bird in its nest, murmured indistinctly, her
eyelids quivered a second, then the blue eyes opened wide, and directly
she was wide awake.
"Good-morning, Mollie," said the doctor. "I'm afraid I awoke you, and
you were sleeping like an angel. You have no idea how lovely you look
asleep. But such a very uncomfortable place, my dear one. Why didn't you
go to bed like a reasonable being?"
Mollie rose slowly and gathered away her fallen hair from her face. Her
cheeks were flushed pink with sleep, her eyes were calm and steadfast,
full of invincible resolution. She sat down in the chair she had used
for a pillow, and looked at him steadily.
"You may take that away, Doctor Oleander," she said. "I will neither eat
nor drink under this roof."
"Oh, nonsense, Mollie!" said the doctor, in no way alarmed by this
threat; "yes, you will. Look at this buttered toast, at these eggs, at
this ham, at these preserves, raspberry jam. Mollie--'sweets to the
sweet,' you know--look at them and you'll think better of it."
She turned her back upon him in bitter disdain.
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