The child came to him, he felt its pulse and patted its hot forehead, looked down its throat, and leaned his ear on its chest.
“Are you a doctor, sir?”
“Yes, madam.”
“Got some fever; hasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Not nigh so much as’t had last night.”
“Have you done anything for it?”
“Well, thar was a gentleman here; he told me sweet ile and sugar would be good for’t, and I gave it a good deal of that: made it sick, it did. I thought, perhaps, that would do it good.”
“Yes. You have had something like this in your family before, haven’t you? You don’t seem much alarmed.”
“Oh yes, sir; that ar one (pointing to the frowzy girl, whose name was Angelina) had it two or three times—onst most as bad as this. All my children have had it. Is she bad, doctor?”