Cañuela had reached one hundred strokes of her brush when there was a knock at the door and when she called out “come in” the Stewardess put her head inside.
“Would you be an angel and help me, Miss Gray?” she asked.
“Of course,” Cañuela answered. “What do you want me to do?”
“Could you give Señora Pinto’s baby his feed?” the Stewardess asked. “You remember, that’s the lady you sent the orchids to?”
“Yes, of course I remember,” Cañuela replied.
The Stewardess came further into the cabin and Cañuela saw that she was carrying a small baby wrapped up in a white shawl.
“His mother is not well tonight,” the Stewardess explained. “When I had the milk ready, she did not seem to have enough strength to give it to the child.”
“I will do it,” Cañuela said with a smile.
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