But Edna was through. She knew when she was being teased and she hated it. Not another word could any one, even Gloria, coax or cajole out of her.
It was getting late, almost dark, and the excitement was now momentarily subsiding. In Jack’s room Miss Taylor, Trixy and Mary were all trying to reconcile her to obey the doctor’s orders.
“An overstrained heart,” the gray haired man had pronounced the case, and “positive rest, no physical activities, not even prolonged walking” went with his directions.
Jack protested. She had had such spells before and always rebounded in a day or two. Why all the restriction?
When Trixy, over at a far end of the room, inadvertently heard Dr. Briggs ask what special effort had brought on the attack, she wondered about that early morning wild ride, down from Mount Major. But Jack had not admitted it, in fact she replied to the doctor that nothing more than just “a played-out feeling” could have been responsible. And she had taken the canoe ride to brace up, she felt the need of strong currents of air, but they, evidently, were either too strong or she was too exhausted to do otherwise than “keel over.”
When the doctor had gone and it was possible for her to get a word with Trixy, Jack managed to repeat the request she had made to Mary.
“I must speak with Gloria,” she whispered, while Trixy smoothed a pillow. “Won’t you fix it—for me?”
And Trixy nodded an unmistakable assent.