"Then you don't think she needs any medicine?"
"No."
There was still that anxious look on the mother's face. Alice was the breadwinner, and she was sick. How were they to live?
An idea came to me.
"I will call again to-morrow morning," I said, cheerfully.
"You are very kind, doctor. I should like to pay you, but we are so miserably poor."
"Don't let that trouble you for a moment. I can give you some of my time, for of that I have plenty."