The nurse appeared in the doorway and announced that the doctor might come in now. Both men rose and went across the hall into the bedroom. The doctor shook hands with the baby's mother. “Where did you get this?” he asked, laying his hand on the downy little head.
“He came out of the everywhere into the here,” she quoted, smiling.
“Nurse, turn the baby's face up so the doctor can see his eyes. They're greatly inflamed, Doctor,” she said.
The doctor started. “Bring a light closer,” he said sharply.
While the light was being brought he asked, “Did this inflammation begin when the baby was about three days old?”
“He was exactly three days old.”
“And been growing worse ever since?”
“Yes. Dr. Brown was with me when he was born. He came in the next day and everything was all right. Then he was called to Chicago and I didn't know enough about babies to know that this might be serious.”
“You ought to have known,” said the doctor sternly, turning to the nurse.
“I am not a professional nurse. I have never seen anything like this before.”