"Then I will send the private physician from the castle to see you," he shouted.
Miriam, however, was beyond hearing, as she had hastened into the house.
The sick child was alone. A lamp threw its light upon her flushed face, and showed that her skin was covered with moisture. She had only a light sheet thrown over her.
Miriam quickly put warm blankets on the bed. "Her skin is moist," she thought joyfully—"that is a sign of recovery."
Almost immediately, the gravedigger's wife returned to her charge. She was much surprised to see Miriam, but she did not venture to reproach her for coming back.
"The child was in such a heat," was all she said, "that I took off all the blankets."
"That was a mistake," answered Miriam; "it is wrong to check perspiration."
Then she knelt by the bed, feeling as if all must now go well.
An hour later a carriage stopped at the door. It brought the private physician from the castle.
He examined the child, felt her pulse, and then covered her carefully again; after which he desired the women to give him an account of the illness from beginning to end.