"What is the matter with him?" she asked.
The nurse shook her head. "He was all right until half an hour ago. I took him his medicine then," she replied.
"It's the widow!" said Aunt Jane.
Miss Canfield glanced at her inquiringly. "The one who was——?"
"Visiting him—yes. You saw her?"
Miss Canfield smiled. "Yes."
Aunt Jane nodded. "She's done it, somehow." Her face grew reflective. "I hadn't ought to have let her in," she said softly. "You had more sense than I did about that."
"I wondered a little why you did it," said Miss Canfield safely.
"Well—" Aunt Jane considered. "I thought maybe he needed stirring up a little—so he would get along faster. I didn't mean to stir him up quite so much," she added reflectively. "I didn't know he'd act like this.... He's always making a fuss!" she added disapprovingly.