"Here, stop it." Catherine pinioned her firmly. "Where does it hurt?"
"Hurt Letty. Here." Letty sat down with a plump, and pointed at her toe.
"Well, you don't look sick, I must say. But that spot—" Catherine imprisoned her in the night dress again, and tucked her firmly under the blanket. "I'll bring Matilda, and you can put her to bed with you. Dr. Henrietta's coming to see you soon."
Marian appeared at the door.
"Daddy's asleep and I didn't know he was in his bed." She giggled. "I most woke him up jumping on him."
"Hurry and wash, dear. And don't come in with Letty, please."
Catherine sighed a little as she hurried to thrust herself into the shafts of the morning.
Letty's frequent interruptions, and Charles's reluctance to wake; the discovery that there were no oranges; the demoniac speed of the clock—it was after eight when they sat down to breakfast. Catherine drank her coffee, and hurried off to dress.
Flora came in. Catherine heard her, with relief, offering to make fresh toast for Charles. Miss Kelly appeared. She was calmly solicitous as Catherine explained Dr. Henrietta's visit. "Of course, I couldn't go into quarantine," she said, "on account of my mother."
"I understand. If you'll just take the other children outdoors for the morning——"