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still and not to talk to him, and above all
you must not try to make him speak or he
might spit blood again. And be sure the
child does not disturb him,” he added,
pointing to the little girl sitting on the straw
mattress at her father’s feet. “I think you
had better put her on the floor.”
The little girl sat quite still, playing with a
doll Josephine had just made for her out of a
towel and some straw.
“Do let her stay,” pleaded the wife, “she
never leaves her father’s side when he is at
home, and I am sure he likes to have her on
his bed. She is only four, but she
understands everything, and she knows quite
well she must not speak or make any noise.
She has not uttered a sound since she crept
on to his bed.”
“Papa is asleep, you must sit quite still
and not speak!” whispered the child to her
doll, putting her little fingers to her lips as
she had seen her mother do.
“Perhaps you could persuade him to
drink a little milk,” said Josephine, as they
bent over the soldier; “he has only had a
drop of water since yesterday. And look!”
said she, gently lifting a corner of the
greatcoat, “we have changed his straw twice
since yesterday and now there is no more
straw left in the whole village.”
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