human
There, Anne, that will do nicely: I will finish the toast. Now please run away, and take Miss Mitchell's dinner up to her; she is to have a little pie to-night and some baked potatoes; they are all waiting, and hot in the oven, and then please go back to the children.
gpt
Ah, Lottie!
human
Must you go out again to-night, Angus?
gpt
Yes, my dear. Poor Mrs. Swift is really dying at last. I promised to look in on her again.
human
Ah, poor soul! has it really come? And what will those four children do?
gpt
We must get them into an Orphanage; Petterick has interest. I shall speak to him. Lottie?
human
Yes, dear.
gpt
Beat up that fresh egg I saw you putting into the cupboard when I came in; beat it up, and add a little milk and a teaspoonful of brandy. I want to take it round with me to little Alice. That child has never left her mother's side for two whole days and nights, and I believe has scarcely tasted a morsel; I fear she will sink when all is over.