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 customary feature; no tea was laid as it was wont to be at this hour. The child gazed round in surprise. Her mother was in bed, lying back on raised pillows, and with a restless, half-pettish look on her face.

“Where have you been?” she asked querulously, her voice husky and feeble, as if from a severe cold. “Why are you so late?”

Ida did not answer at once, but went straight to the bed and offered the accustomed kiss. Her mother waved her off.

“No, no; don’t kiss me. Can’t you see what a sore throat I’ve got? You might catch it. And I haven’t got you any tea,” she went on, her face growing to a calmer expression as she gazed at the child “Ain’t I a naughty mother? But it serves you half right for being late. Come and kiss me; I don’t think it’s catching. No, perhaps you’d better not.”

But Ida started forward at the granted leave, and kissed her warmly.

“There now,” went on the hoarse voice complainingly, “I shouldn’t wonder if you catch it, and we shall both be laid up at once.