“The baby is sick.”
“The baby?” Sonia cast a swift glance about, then hurried to the bedroom. “Where is she? What have you done with her?” she cried.
“Sonia, a nurse came here this afternoon, and she said some one had been poisoning the baby with soothing syrup.”
“Poisoning her!” Sonia echoed under her breath.
“She had had an overdose,” said Olga. “O Sonia, how could you give her that dangerous stuff?”
“How’d I know it was dangerous? An old nurse told me it was harmless,” Sonia defended herself, but the colour had faded out of her face and her eyes were full of terror.
Olga told her what the nurse had said. “I asked her to take the baby home with her to-night. I knew that she would take better care of her than we could,” she ended.
Sonia was too frightened to object. “I didn’t know. Of course I wouldn’t have given her the stuff if I had known,” she said again and again, and finally to turn her thoughts to something else, Olga asked about the place.
“Yes, they took me. I am to begin Monday,” Sonia answered briefly.
Neither of them slept much that night, and immediately after breakfast Olga hurried over to Miss Kennan’s. The nurse met her with a smile.