`` And hold ammonia to their nose . Run for the ammonia , Salome . Look , will you ? Skin and bone ! '' But Miss Salome had gone for the ammonia . There was a look on the boy 's thin , pallid face that tugged painfully at her heart-strings . When Chester came back to consciousness with the pungency of the ammonia reeking through his head , he found himself lying on very soft pillows in a very big white sunny kitchen , where everything was scoured to a brightness that dazzled you . Bending over him was a tall , gaunt woman with a thin , determined face and snapping black eyes , and , standing beside her with a steaming bowl in her hand , was the nice rosy lady who had given him the taffy on the boat ! When he opened his eyes , Miss Salome knew him . `` Why , it 's the little boy I saw on the boat ! '' she exclaimed . `` Well , you 've come to ! '' said Clemantiny , eyeing Chester severely . `` And now perhaps you 'll explain what you mean by fainting away on doorsteps and scaring people out of their senses . '' Chester thought that this must be the mistress of Mount Hope Farm , and hastened to propitiate her . `` I 'm sorry , '' he faltered feebly . `` I did n't mean to -- I -- '' `` You 're not to do any talking until you 've had something to eat , '' snapped Clemantiny inconsistently . `` Here , open your mouth and take this broth . Pretty doings , I say ! '' Clemantiny spoke as sharply as Aunt Harriet had ever done , but somehow or other Chester did not feel afraid of her and her black eyes .
She sat down by his side and fed him from the bowl XXXXX hot broth with a deft gentleness oddly in contrast with her grim expression .
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