Mrs. Stacey spoke:
"I do not see how I can impose on you in this way, Colonel Baxter. I feel as if we should get the child to the hospital."
"Please don't say that, Mrs. Stacey. Consider the Manor your home and Kit's until she is perfectly well again. Get the best nurse you know of, Doctor."
"She will need watching every hour tonight if we are to prevent a serious illness. I will remain here, and I've already called up a good nurse."
In the morning Kit was resting quietly. The terrible wheezing had ceased and the fever was coming down.
In her delirium, Kit had cried, "Help, help!" until Bet, awakened by her cries, wrapped herself up and crept into the room.
"Go back to bed," ordered the doctor. "You'll be sick next."
"No, I won't, Doctor Snow. Kit needs me, I must help her. Please let me speak to her. I'm sure I can quiet her."
Bet knelt by the bed and clasped Kit's hand. "Listen Kit," she said quietly but firmly. "This is Bet; I'm all right. We're both safe at home."
Kit started up, "No, no. Bet is drowned! I saw her so white."