"Is she dead yet?" Moses inquired, solemnly.
Elizabeth shook her head.
"Moses, dear," she said, "you mustn't talk like that. It's unfeeling."
"All right," he said with unexpected docility, "I won't. I just wanted to make some plans, that's all. I thought I might come to live with you, if Marmer died."
Elizabeth put her arms around the forlorn little figure.
"She isn't going to die," she said, "at least, I don't think she is."
"Well, you can't tell," said Moses, skeptically.
The doctor, who proved to be a portly being with a red beard and the kindest eyes Elizabeth had ever seen, as she told Peggy afterward, explained that the seizure was nothing more serious than neuralgia complicated with a slight gastric attack.
"Lack of nourishment, lack of exercise, lack of any sort of proper care for mind or body," he said.
"What is neuralgia?" Elizabeth asked.