"Yes, lamby."
"I want him to have my sleeve-buttons. He can play base-ball, not two-old-cat. He can play real base-ball."
"Yes, Georgie shall come to see you to-morrow."
Lockwin goes to the speaking tube.
"Go and get Dr. Floddin at once. Tell him to come and stay with us. Tell him we have difficulty in keeping the child warm."
The sun has poured into the window and gone on to other sick chambers. The flaxseed and stramonium seem like reminders of the past stage of the trouble. Richard Tarbelle, never before in a room where the tide of life was low, looks down on Davy.
"Mr. Lockwin, I'm not rich, but I'd give a thousand dollars--a thousand dollars!"
"My God, doctor! why have you been so slow getting here?"
"My horses have been taken sick as fast as I got them."
The doctor advances to the child. The child is smiling on Richard Tarbelle.