"But you've got a regular nurse in the house."
"Yes. She sleeps in the day, still."
"How is Dot getting on?"
"The doctor says—very nicely."
"Why doesn't he let her be up and about? How long does he mean to keep her lying down?"
Pattie felt annoyed.
"I suppose as longs he sees it to be needed," she said.
"Ah, I don't think much of that young fellow! He's very young, you know. Mrs. Cragg and I think he makes a deal too much fuss. If Dot was allowed to play about, she'd soon be all right."
"I think the doctor is likely to know more about it than you or I,— even if he is young," Pattie observed quietly. "We have not had a doctor's training."
"I hope we've got a grain of commonsense, though!" retorted the other, not pleased. "Well, and so you've taken up with the Craggs, and mean to live with them? It's all a mistake, I suppose, what Mr. Cragg was saying before Dot's accident,—that you wanted to find work?"