THE SICK GIRL.
D
AY after day went by and still Sallie lay in bed. Edward and his brother were able to sit up for a few hours, and take a little broth; but their sister was very, very ill.
One afternoon a neighbor knocked at Mr. Maynard's door and asked for Hatty.
"I have been watching with poor Sallie Munson," she said. "The widow is clear worn out; and I couldn't refuse. Sallie has come to her senses. She thinks she's going to die, and she wants to see Hatty."
"Why don't they send for the minister?" asked uncle Oliver.
"They have sent; but he wont be at home till to-morrow."
Esther's countenance changed, and at last she said,—
"I'm afraid to have sister go; the fever is very contagious."