Various, The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…
“ Asplin jumped as if a cannon had been fired off at her ear, and rushed breathlessly to the bedside, stuttering and stammering in amazement—“Wh—wh—wh—what?”“Cake!” repeated Peggy shrilly. “I want some! And tea! I want my tea!”Surely it was a very natural request! What else could you expect from a girl who had been asleep and wakened up feeling hungry? What on earth was there in those commonplace words to make a grown-up woman cry like a baby, and why need everyone in the house rush in and stare at her as if she were a figure in a waxwork? ”
