Hephzy signaled me to silence. She rose and tiptoed over to me. I led her out into the hall.
“She's sort of dozin' now,” she whispered. “The poor thing is worn out. What did the doctor say?”
I told her what the doctor had said.
“He's just right,” she declared. “She's half starved, that's what's the matter with her. That and frettin' and worryin' have just about killed her. What are you goin' to do, Hosy?”
“How do I know!” I answered, impatiently. “I don't see exactly why we are called upon to do anything. Do you?”
“No—o, I—I don't know as we are called on. No—o. I—”
“Well, do you?”
“No. I know how you feel, Hosy. Considerin' how her father treated us, I won't blame you no matter what you do.”
“Confound her father! I only wish it were he we had to deal with.”
Hephzy was silent. I took a turn up and down the hall.