Clematis stared at her also for a minute, and then turned away.
“I’ll go get some sleep now. Keep her cool and comfortable, till I come back again this evening.”
The day passed slowly. Mrs. Snow came in two or three times to look at Clematis, and feel her pulse.
Some of the other teachers came to peep in also. They went away softly, wiping their eyes.
“She is a queer little girl,” said one, “but I do love her.”
That is what they all felt.
At evening Doctor Wyatt returned. He looked anxious, as he took his seat beside the bed.
“I shall stay till about ten, Miss Rose, so you must rest now.”
“I don’t want to go,” said Miss Rose.
“You must, you will be needed later. She will need great care tonight, I think.”