"I shall die—I know I shall!—just as poor Miss Twining is going to!" wailed the sufferer.
"No, you won't!" returned Mrs. Albright. "You haven't any heart trouble."
"I've got something!" insisted Miss Crilly, writhing with pain.
Miss Sniffen appeared at the door with a bowl of steaming water and a bundle of cloths. "I'm going to put these on," she announced briskly.
"I tried hot water first thing," said Mrs. Albright. "It didn't do any good."
The superintendent gave no response. She was busy administering the remedy.
"Don't make such a fuss!" she reprimanded. "Pain never killed anybody yet."
"You'd better go back to your room, Miss Sterling," she turned to say. "No need of your staying here."
There did not seem to be, and the request was obeyed without reply.
Later Mrs. Albright came upstairs to say that Miss Crilly was a little easier. "I think she's going to get on now," she concluded.