“No, I feel she is worse. She keeps asking for a cold drink of water, and says she is burning up. I wish I dared give her some, and keep her cooler.”
“Well, I think I should follow the doctor’s directions. It wouldn’t be wise to do anything that is not directed by him.”
“Don’t you suppose we could have another doctor to look at her, Mrs. Snow?”
“No, I fear not; not just now, anyway.”
Miss Rose went back to the little room upstairs with a sad heart. She knew Clematis was very ill.
That night she prayed that something might be done for the little sick girl, and the next morning she felt as if her prayers had been answered, when Doctor Field came.
“I shall have to be away for a short time, Miss Rose,” he said, after he looked at Clematis, and felt her pulse.
“A young man, Doctor Wyatt, will take my place, and I am sure he will do all that can be done.”
“Can he come today?” asked Miss Rose. “I wish he could see her soon.”
“I will ask him. I think he will be much interested in Clematis. I should like to see her well again myself, but I must be out of town a few weeks.”