"It's the sun, I expect," she said to Lucia. "I wish we hadn't let them go, Miss Lucia; you're too easy with them!"
Evan's headache, however, did not pass away.
And by evening Lucia began to fear that something serious was the matter.
They decided to send for the doctor, and when he came, their fears were by no means allayed.
Ivor walked about with misery written on his face. And when at the end of the second day Evan was no better, his distress knew no bounds.
Barbara, passing from the nursery to her room, heard him sobbing in his bed.
She ran in, and began to comfort him in her sweet, motherly little way; but Ivor could not be comforted, and besought her that he might just go in and speak to Evan for one moment.
"We must not; indeed, we must not!" she exclaimed. "The doctor is downstairs, and he says it is a crisis; and if we were to wake him now—"
"But I can't bear it," urged Ivor. "I promised Evan, and I am going to break my promise. I must go and ask Evan first."
"What do you mean?" asked Barbara, drawing back.