wanted my breakfast. I want my tea now. Tell
nurse, Medlock."

Dr. Craven did not stay very long. He talked
to the nurse for a few minutes when she came into
the room and said a few words of warning to
Colin. He must not talk too much; he must not
forget that he was ill; he must not forget that he
was very easily tired. Mary thought that there
seemed to be a number of uncomfortable things he
was not to forget.

Colin looked fretful and kept his strange black-lashed
eyes fixed on Dr. Craven's face.

"I _want_ to forget it," he said at last. "She
makes me forget it. That is why I want her."

Dr. Craven did not look happy when he left
the room. He gave a puzzled glance at the little
girl sitting on the large stool. She had become a
stiff, silent child again as soon as he entered and
he could not see what the attraction was. The
boy actually did look brighter, however -- and
he sighed rather heavily as he went down the corridor.

"They are always wanting me to eat things
when I don't want to," said Colin, as the nurse
brought in the tea and put it on the table by the
sofa. "Now, if you'll eat I will. Those muffins
look so nice and hot. Tell me about Rajahs."

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