"Here, drink this right off--it'll warm you up quicker than
anything," Ann Eliza said.

Evelina obeyed, and a slight spark of colour came into her
cheeks. She turned to the custard pie and began to eat with a
silent voracity distressing to watch. She did not even look to see
what was left for Ann Eliza.

"I ain't hungry," she said at last as she laid down her fork.
"I'm only so dead tired--that's the trouble."

"then you'd better get right into bed. Here's my old plaid
dressing-gown--you remember it, don't you?" Ann Eliza laughed,
recalling Evelina's ironies on the subject of the antiquated
garment. With trembling fingers she began to undo her sister's
cloak. The dress beneath it told a tale of poverty that Ann Eliza
dared not pause to note. She drew it gently off, and as it slipped
from Evelina's shoulders it revealed a tiny black bag hanging on a
ribbon about her neck. Evelina lifted her hand as though to screen
the bag from Ann Eliza; and the elder sister, seeing the gesture,
continued her task with lowered eyes. She undressed Evelina as
quickly as she could, and wrapping her in the plaid dressing-gown
put her to bed, and spread her own shawl and her sister's cloak
above the blanket.

"Where's the old red comfortable?" Evelina asked, as she sank
down on the pillow.

"The comfortable? Oh, it was so hot and heavy I never used it