“Don’t look at me like that, Malise,” she said. “I’ve some of the money you gave me left—I’ll help to pay it.”
That she was afraid only because of the bill!
“Oh—” Alexina breathed it rather than uttered it.
Molly, risen from her elbow to sitting posture, was looking at her with big, miserable eyes, her throat, so slight and pretty, swelling with the sobs coming.
But the other came first, and with it came the terror. “Malise, Malise, hold me; hold me. I’m afraid!”
Alexina, holding her mother, could reach the bell, and rang it, again and again.
“Oh,” she said to the boy when he came; “get a doctor.”
“What one?” he asked.
Alexina remembered Dr. Ransome.