She sat beside Letty, reading to her, when Dr. Henrietta finally came.
"Catherine! You stayed!" Her round face set in dismay. "I tried once to call you. That baby died, the one we delivered last night. I've been working there."
"I knew you'd come when you could." Catherine pushed her chair away from the bed. Henrietta pulled off her coat, pushed up her cuffs from her firm wrists, and bent over Letty.
"She's all right," she said, presently. "Just a touch of stomach upset last night. That's good."
"Ducky sick." Letty waved her limp bird at Henrietta.
"Keep him very quiet, then." Henrietta poked the duck down beside Letty, and shook herself briskly into her coat.
Catherine followed her into the hall.
"I might as well have gone down to the office." She was ironic.
"Exactly. I'm awfully sorry, Catherine, that I am so late. It's almost noon, isn't it? I thought I could keep life in that little rag." Her eyes looked hot and tired. "But I couldn't. Just keep Letty from tearing around too much to-day. She'll be sound as a whistle to-morrow again."