“The maternity ward is not the place for fevers,” said Miss Williams to Marion when they were out of hearing of the patient. “Put the screen around Kittie’s bed and keep her as quiet as possible. If the baby annoys her or she annoys the baby, take it out and put it in the crib beside the bed. I will look at her again in fifteen minutes.”
Marion went back to the bed and found Kittie fidgeting. There was a look in her face that frightened Marion somewhat.
She took the baby up and laid it in the crib, then turned to soothe Kittie with a smile and a few encouraging words.
The flush of fever was rising to the sick girl’s pale face now, so that even Marion’s untrained eye could observe and study the symptoms.
She bathed her brow and moistened her lips, but the fire in the girl’s veins seemed to burn hotter and hotter.
An hour later and Miss Williams had called the house physician to the bedside.
Kittie was moaning softly and turning her head from side to side.
“It’s a pity we did not know more about her when she came,” said Dr. Hall as he turned away. “The girl is in a very dangerous condition.”