midday
Mrs. Pett , on leaving the luncheon-table , had returned to the drawing-room to sit beside the sick-settee of her stricken child . She was troubled about Ogden . The poor lamb was not at all himself to-day . A bowl of clear soup , the midday meal prescribed by Doctor Briginshaw , lay untasted at his side . She crossed the room softly , and placed a cool hand on her son 's aching brow . `` Oh , Gee , '' said Ogden wearily . `` Are you feeling a little better , Oggie darling ? ''