Late in September William went West on business. Incidentally he called to see his sister, Kate.
“Well, and how is everybody?” asked Kate, cheerily, after the greetings were over.
William sighed.
“Well, 'everybody,' to me, Kate, is pretty badly off. We're worried about Billy.”
“Billy! You don't mean she's sick? Why, she's always been the picture of health!”
“I know she has; but she isn't now.”
“What's the trouble?”
“That's what we don't know.”
“You've had the doctor?”
“Of course; two or three of them—though much against Billy's will. But—they didn't help us.”