The things we do!

Madelon was lying with her back
towards her, her arms flung over her head, her face buried in
the pillow. She did not move, and Soeur Lucie touched her
gently.
"It is time to take your medicine, mon enfant," she said.
Madelon turned round then, and taking the glass, drank off the
contents without a word; as she gave it back to the nun,
something in her face or expression, fairly startled the
little sister.
"Why, whatever is the matter, _mon enfant?_" she cried, "you
must have been dreaming, I think."
"No, I have not been dreaming," answered Madelon; and then, as
the nun turned away to put the glass and candle on the table,
she caught hold of her gown with all the strength of which her
feeble fingers were capable.
"Don't go, please don't go, Soeur Lucie," she said, "I want to
speak to you."
"In a moment; I am not going," answered the sister. "Well,
what is it, _ma petite?_" she added, coming back to the bedside.
"What--what was it Soeur Ursule was saying to you just now?"
asks Madelon.
"Just now!" cried Soeur Lucie, taken aback; "why, I thought you
were asleep.


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