"He has,—he has a fever, Miss."
"A high fever, I s'pose. Rosy Posy had that when she had croup. Is it croup, Mary?"
"No, Miss,—I don't know, Miss, oh, don't be askin' me!"
With a flurried gesture, Mary took the tray and left the room.
"It's very queer," said Delight, "they're making an awful fuss over a sick baby. Here's the doctor back again, and another man with him."
The two men came in quickly, and Mrs. Spencer met them at the front door. They held a rapid consultation, and then the doctor went to the telephone and called up several different people to whom he talked one after another.
And then Mrs. Spencer went to the telephone.
"Oh," said Delight, looking at Marjorie with startled eyes, "she's calling up father in New York. It must be something awful!"