"She is very ill," he answered, "and will want careful nursing. You had better get a trained nurse."
"I do not think that will be necessary. Barker and I will nurse her."
"Very well," and he proceeded to give her directions as to the treatment of the little girl.
"We shall see in a very few days how it is going with her," he added.
"What is her disease?" Miss Pamela asked.
"Pneumonia—a sharp attack."
Miss Pamela's face blanched, but she retained her composure.
"We must save her life if we can, doctor," she said, now fully realising the seriousness of the case. "My sister and I are very fond of the child."
"She is a dear little thing. My wife will be sorry to hear of her illness. However, we must hope for the best."
"What does he say, Pamela?" Miss Holcroft questioned nervously, joining her sister the minute the doctor had gone.