“Carry her to my house across the street,” and she led the way.
He picked up the light burden as if it had been a feather. She opened the door and asked him to take the child upstairs and lay her on the couch.
“I am obliged to you,” she said. “In a way I am in Settlement work. We’ll have a doctor and see what is the matter. Then I’ll decide about the hospital. And I will find out about those people.” 63
“You’re a good sort, ma’am,” and he touched his hat brim to her.
“Jane,” she called. “This poor child isn’t exactly in a faint, but something is the matter. Get a warm bath ready and we’ll put her in. I’ll telephone to Dr. Richards.”
“Yes—he was just going out. Would be up for a first call.”
Miss Armitage undressed her. She was clean and neat, but the poor little body was painfully thin. Then they carried her to the bath. Jane rubbed her softly and she gave some responsive sighs.
“What a pretty lot of little curls and fine as silk. I do wonder who she can be?”
“She’s the little nurse girl who brings those babies, twins I suppose they are, and sits on the stoop over opposite.”
“What happened?”