At last, I could not help myself, and had to ask her for some. She
put some in a dish and gave me butter, molasses, and tea. So I ate
and ate, and could not stop myself whatever, that at last I had to
just force myself to go away where I could not see those little
biscuits.
But oh! how I did suffer afterwards. I could not eat any thing
more that day. It pained me ever so much in my breast. I would
try and have a rest in bed, but could not, the pain was too much.
Then I would go out and walk about outside; but it was no use
whatever, and come in and sit down. This I kept on all day but I
wouldn't tell Mrs. Blake about it. I had no rest and suffered very
much and was getting worse all the time. I thought of myself: Well
I had nearly died of starvation, and after I did come out to where
I could get some grub to live on, and after all kill myself with
it. What a mean trick.
I did not know what to do with myself at last. Then I thought to
try some hot water and started to vomit. It did me good. I felt
much better after. I knew when I was eating those biscuits, that
it wouldn't be good for me if I ate too much, but I couldn't help
it.
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