“She is restless, and sleeps very little. She has bad dreams when she does sleep, and talks to herself.”
“What does she talk about?”
“I don’t know. We can’t make out.”
“Do you keep the room lighted at night?”
“Oh, no, it is kept dark.”
“Well, tonight keep it lighted. People who have bad dreams are often frightened by the dark.”
“Shall I give her the medicine as directed?”
“No, don’t give her any more medicine at present. Give her all she wants of the orange and egg. I’ll be back in the morning.”
And Dr. Wyatt was gone.
“He’s a good doctor,” said Clematis, licking her dry lips. “I want a drink.”