"When?"
"To-night."
"To-night! and for her! Wait till morning," she continued.
"She has waited too long now; I think something should be done soon."
"I doubt if she is much sick," sharply interrupted Mrs. B.
"Well, we'll see what our brother thinks."
His coming was longed for by Frado, who had known him well during her long sojourn in the family; and his praise of her nice butter and cheese, from which his table was supplied, she knew he felt as well as spoke.
"You're sick, very sick," he said, quickly, after a moment's pause. "Take good care of her, Abby, or she'll never get well. All broken down."
"Yes, it was at Mrs. Moore's," said Mrs. B., "all this was done. She did but little the latter part of the time she was here."
"It was commenced longer ago than last summer. Take good care of her; she may never get well," remarked the Dr.