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 then sez I, "Is there anything else you would like, my dear?"

Well, she sort of hesitated and looked as if most afraid to ask, and then sez, "Well, Aunt Samantha, if you've got a piece of mince pie or fruit cake I would like to take a bite. I sometimes have a sort of gnawin' at my stomach, and Mamma always keeps something rich baked up for me; she thinks it's strengthening to me to eat rich things, and she always brings up a plateful before I retire, with some cheese, or pickles, or dried beef; I have got into the habit of eating something of the kind, but I don't like to make you any trouble," sez she.

"Oh, no trouble at all," sez I; "some folks can sleep better after takin' a bite." And I went down into the buttery feelin' mad as a hen at Albina Ann and sorry as a dog for Dora. And I took a little pink china bowl full of good night's milk with a little cream in it, and a slice or two of my good, sweet graham bread, and put 'em on a little Japan tray with a pretty fringed tidy on it, and a bright silver spoon, and when it was all fixed I took it up to her.

Her face fell as she noticed the absence of pickles and pastry. But she thanked me and eat a little of it, and it seemed to taste good, and she finished the hull of it before she got through. And she put on a pretty white night-gown and got into bed, and I bent down and sort of tucked in the light white spread and patted the pillows, and I sez, "You feel pretty good, don't you?"

And she smiled and sez, " Yes, mom." But she looked real weak, and I bent down and whispered to her:

"You mustn't forget, my dear, to ask the True Phy