He wanted Betty to go with him to the sick-rooms, and at his first glance pronounced Miss Hope better. Miss Charity, too, was much improved, but she struggled against the throat spray and was exhausted when the treatment was finished.
“They’ll build up, but slowly,” declared the doctor when he and Betty and Bob were again together in the kitchen. “I think it is safe to say that they’ll sleep nearly all day. Keep them warm and on a light diet—here is a better list than the one I scribbled last night—and be careful of yourself, Betty. I’m having some supplies sent out to you. I took a look at the pantry last night before you came, and the old ladies have been living on what the farm produced; if it didn’t produce what they needed, they evidently went without. I’m afraid they’re desperately poor and proud. What’s that? Grandma Watterby’s beef extract? Fine! Just what you need! Give ’em some for supper. Well, Betty, out with it—don’t ask a question with your eyes; use your tongue.”
“The fire?” stammered Betty. “Is it out? Have you heard anything?”
“Still burning,” was the reluctant answer. “About all the town spent the night up there, hampering the employees I haven’t a doubt and thinking they were helping the force. However, don’t worry, child; I honestly believe that Mr. Gordon is in no danger. He is intelligent and careful, and the company will sacrifice the whole field before they will let a man risk his life.”
Doctor Morrison was to come the next day, and some hours after he left them a rickety oil field wagon drove up and left a box of groceries. The boy driving the sleek mule was in a great hurry “to see the fire,” and he merely tumbled the box off and drove on with hardly an unnecessary word.
“Goodness, the doctor seems to expect us to stay a month!” gasped Betty, unpacking the tin cans and packages. “It’s almost as much fun as keeping a store, isn’t it, Bob? Oh, my gracious! what was that?”
A cry had sounded from Miss Hope’s bedroom.
Bob and Betty ran to the door. She was sitting up in bed, her bright, hot eyes staring at them unseeingly.
“Faith!” she cried piercingly. “Faith, my darling!”