From the window, the girls saw the doctor hasten down the path, jump into his electric runabout, and whiz rapidly away.
They could still hear sobbing from the kitchen, and now and then the moans of the baby.
At last, Mary, the waitress, came to take the tray away.
"What is the matter with Maggie's little boy, Mary?" asked Delight.
"He's sick, Miss Delight."
"But why does Maggie scream so?"
"It's near crazy she is, fearin' he'll die."
"Oh," said Marjorie, "is he as bad as that! What's the matter with him,
Mary?"
"He,—he has a cold, Miss."
"But babies don't die of a cold! Is that all that ails him?"