"Sabrina," she cried, "Sabrina, Richmond's mother's sick and he's away. He's gone to New York, and she's left all alone with aunt Lucindy."
"What's the matter with her?" asked Sabrina, coming to her feet and beginning to smooth her hair.
"She's feverish, and aunt Lucindy says she's been shaking with the cold."
"You sent for the doctor?"
Sabrina was doing up a little bundle of her night-clothes that had lain on the chair beside her while she rested.
"No."
"Well, you do that, straight off. An' when he comes, he'll tell you what to do an' you do it."
"Can't you go, Sabrina? Can't you go? Aunt Lucindy wanted you."
"No," said Sabrina, tying on her hat, and taking up her bundle. "I only come to pick me up a few things. That little creatur' may not live the night out. But I'll walk along with you, an' step in an' see how things seem."
Once only in the Half-Mile walk did they speak, and then Clelia broke forth throbbingly to the accompaniment of a sudden color in her cheeks.