"Well, here it is; and do tell Dora to come to supper, or at least
come yourself. I want to get cleared away some time."

"I'll tell her," said Karl briefly, as he took the bowl of broth,
set it in a plate, and laid a silver spoon beside it.

"How handy he is! just like a woman," said Kitty to herself as her
brother left the room; and then, going out into the sink-room, she
finished washing and putting away the "milk-things,"-a process
interrupted by the arrival of Dora with her little charge.






CHAPTER XIX.

A CHAMBER OF MEMORIES.





"How is she now, Dora?" asked Karl, softly opening the door of the
rosy-room.

"Better. You can come in if you want to. Have you got the broth?"