“Oh, I hope he will come today, and I hope he will take an interest in my little girl,” said Miss Rose to herself.
“I know she can be cured, if we only know what is the matter.”
That afternoon Doctor Wyatt came. Miss Rose was glad when she saw him, for he was so kind, and so wise, that she knew he would do the best he could.
The afternoon was hot, and Clematis was covered with hot blankets, as directed by Doctor Field.
Dr. Wyatt took the blankets, and threw them off.
“The poor child will roast under those,” he said.
Then he sat beside her, and watched her.
“Is there anything you would like?” he said at last, in a pleasant voice.
“Yes, I want a cold drink of water.” Her voice sounded faint and feeble now.
“What does she have to drink?” asked Doctor Wyatt.