The sick ones were babbling when Grace and Miss Briggs entered the room. Elfreda sniffed the air.
"I smell fever. Open the windows, Mrs. Thompson. You must have air in this room."
Julie, her face wearing a frightened look, sat regarding the children, both of whom were delirious. A look of relief flashed into her eyes as Grace and Miss Briggs entered and Elfreda stepped directly to the bed on which both children lay. She felt the pulse of each, looked into their mouths, and listened to their breathing.
"High Fever?" Murmured Grace.
"High fever?" murmured Grace questioningly.
"Yes. Very high. I wish I had a clinical thermometer. Make her throw those windows open as far as they will go, and, if that doesn't give enough air, open the door."
The entire family lived, ate and slept in the one room of the cabin, and the air, normally bad enough, was infinitely worse now.
"How long have they been this way, Mrs. Thompson?" questioned Elfreda.
"They was took that-away t'-night. They ain't been right smart fer some little time."