"I'm going over to the couch. Don't be frightened if I go slowly. Lend me your shoulder."
Ellen made her shoulder like iron.
"Telephone Dr. Wescoe."
Ellen flew. It seemed when she returned that her father's face was less terribly gray and drawn.
"What shall I do now?"
Levis managed a wry smile.
"You'll make a capital doctor. Bring paper from your desk and sit here, beside me. You must be brave and steady."
Ellen obeyed swiftly.
"I've known for some time that my heart was a bit out of order. I'm likely to have another attack, but probably not before the doctor gets here. I want you to write something down."