"Na, na!" he said, seeing the lad eye the bottle, "it's no for you! ye want
a' the sma' wit ye ever hed: it's no _you_ 'at has to gallop; ye hae but to
stick on!--Hae, Susy!"
He poured half a tumblerful into a soup-plate, and held it out to the mare,
who, never snuffing at it, licked it up greedily, and immediately started
of herself at a good pace.
Peter carried the bottle to the chamber, and got Isy to swallow a little,
after which she began to recover again. Nor did Marion forget to administer
a share to James, who was not a little in want of it.
When, within an hour, the doctor arrived full of amazed incredulity, he
found Isy in a troubled sleep, and James gone to bed.
CHAPTER XXIII
The next day, Isy, although very weak, was greatly better. She was,
however, too ill to get up; and Marion seemed now in her element, with two
invalids, both dear to her, to look after. She hardly knew for which to be
more grateful--her son, given helpless into her hands, unable to repel the
love she lavished upon him; or the girl whom God had taken from the very
throat of the swallowing grave.
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