"I hope so," was the reply; "but call me if she should grow worse."
"Yes, I will,—though you couldn't do any good," she amended.
"I could get a doctor for her."
"I don't see how!" Mrs. Albright gazed questioningly into the steady gray eyes. This was a new Miss Sterling. "You can't do anything with Miss Sniffen."
"There are other people in the world besides Miss Sniffen. If she needs a doctor she shall have one. So let me know if the pain comes on again."
Miss Sterling had been abed an hour or more when she was awakened by a gentle rap.
Mrs. Albright softly opened the door.
"She's worse than ever; but Miss Sniffen won't hear to calling the doctor. She says if she isn't any better in the morning she will send for him; but Miss Crilly insists that she can't live till morning in such agony. Miss Sniffen thinks she is scared to death, and of course fear doesn't help matters. But she does need a doctor—I know that!"
Miss Sterling began to dress. "Where is Miss Sniffen now?"
"She went downstairs."