"It is too bad!" Polly drew a long, sighing breath. "I don't believe she'd have had any heart trouble at all, if Miss Sniffen hadn't made this fuss!"
"The excitement has no doubt aggravated it," commented Mrs.
Albright.
"Is that all Dr. Gunnip said, that she had heart disease?" queried
Polly.
"He didn't stay long enough to say anything!" sputtered Miss
Crilly. "He walked in and walked out—I wish I'd timed him!"
"You'd have had to look in a hurry," remarked Mrs. Albright quietly.
"Guess he's like a doctor my mother used to tell about," observed Miss Crilly. "You had to catch hold of his coat-tails if you wanted to ask him a question. And he never would have consultation, no matter how sick anybody was. He said, one could play on a fiddle better than two."
A quick little smile ran round the group; but nobody laughed. The present question was too serious.
"Miss Twining didn't tell me much," resumed Mrs. Albright. "The Doctor had just gone, and I was in a fidget for fear Miss Sniffen would come back. But I could see that he had upset her completely. I don't think, from what she did say, that he gave her any particulars. He said she had got to be extremely careful. She feels as if it was about over with her."
"I wish father could see her," fretted Polly. "He wouldn't frighten her so, even if he did have to tell her that her heart was in bad shape! I hate Dr. Gunnip worse than ever! Did he leave her any medicine?"
"Oh, yes! I saw two little piles of tablets on the table."