“Can’t you do anything to—to counteract it?” she questioned, her face as white as the child’s.
“I’ll bring you something,” the nurse said, “and now you must stop worrying. You can’t take proper care of this baby if you are in a white heat—she’ll feel the mental atmosphere. I wish I could take her home with me to-night.”
“You can. I wish you would. I’d feel safer about her,” said Olga.
“And her mother?” the nurse questioned with a searching look.
“I won’t tell her where you live. You can bring the baby back in the morning if she’s better—if not, keep her till she is. I’ll pay you—when I can.”
“This isn’t a pay-case,” the nurse said in her crisp way, “it’s a case of life-saving. Then I’ll take her away now, before—anybody—comes to interfere.”
An hour later Sonia came home. In her absorption over the baby, Olga had quite forgotten about Laura’s note, and she asked no questions. That puzzled Sonia.
“What’s happened?” she demanded abruptly. “You look as if you’d seen a ghost.”
“I feel as if I had,” Olga answered gravely.
“What do you mean, Olga?”