"You had better be calm, Mrs. Mason," said the doctor. "There will be a great deal to do for the sick boy."
Seeing that her wild grief rendered her unfit to be of use, Mr. Kent led her from the room, and, assisted by Mary, undressed the boy and put him in the bath, the doctor at the same time trying to force some drops between his closed teeth.
[CHAPTER VII.]
THE SICK BOY.
IN half an hour the boy had come out of the fit, and was lying in an unquiet sleep. Scarcely a sound was heard about the house so lately full of life.
The children sat in the parlor, not daring to raise their voices above a whisper.
Upstairs there was an eager consultation, and then grandma consented to return with her son for a long visit.
They were to start early the next morning; and there was much to be done, besides affording all the aid that was possible to the afflicted parents.
Poor Aunt Mary was so much distracted by the patient suffering of dear little Ida, who, she insisted on declaring, had "behaved like an angel," that her labor of packing grandma's trunks lasted till midnight.
As the old lady was only a boarder in her own house, there was nothing to be done, after her clothes were ready, but to turn the key in the lock of her door. This her daughter did, after removing to the chamber all her mother's treasures lying about the rooms.