"At any rate, if the doctor says it—"
"Oh, if the doctor says Putworth mustn't eat anything except green cheese, it'll have to do it, I suppose! I've no notion of that sort of thing. Mr. May don't know everything, after all; and he's easy taken in by a designing girl."
"You don't call Pattie—"
"I call Pattie what she is, Mr. Cragg."
"And all these weeks she has been slaving here—"
Mrs. Cragg broke into the half-spoken sentence:
"Slaving, indeed! Who gives Pattie board and lodging, I'd like to know? What would become of her if it wasn't for us, Mr. Cragg?"
"My dear, there are two sides to that question. You would not find a professional nurse giving you her services for board and lodging. If Pattie is not a professional nurse, the doctor says she is as good a nurse as can be had without the training. And both he and the nurse say she has done more for Dot than either of them."
"Dadda!" murmured Dot, clinging to his hand, as he sat beside her.
"Dear little Dot!—But you see, don't you?"