“Now, Miss Rose,” he said, “you are very tired. You must go away for a walk, or a visit, or a rest. I will take care of her tonight.”
“Don’t you think I had better stay, too?”
“No, you must rest. Please have a cup of coffee sent to me about ten. I shall stay right here. You will be needed tomorrow.”
Doctor Wyatt sat down to watch by Clematis.
It was a warm evening, so he gave her a drink, and fanned her, to cool her hot face.
As it grew late, she fell into a light sleep. As she slept, she began to talk in low tones.
The doctor bent his head down very near her lips, and listened carefully to everything she said.
Hour after hour he watched and listened, until he, too, fell asleep, just as the sun was coming up.
Miss Rose found him there in the morning, sleeping in his chair, close by the bed.
“Miss Rose,” he asked, as he started up, “did this little girl want anything very much indeed?”