She stared, and shrank away.
"Yes," she whispered. "Please put it away, Dan. I don't want to see it."
He looked at me, triumphantly.
"I guess maybe I was right at that when I threw the doll away, Doc."
I said: "At any rate, now that Mrs. Gilmore is satisfied it was all a dream, there's no harm done."
"And now," I took her cold hands in mine. "I'm going to prescribe for you. I don't want you to stay in this
place a moment longer than you can help. I want you to pack a bag with whatever you and little Mollie
may need for a week or so, and leave at once. I am thinking of your condition-and a little life that is on
its way. I will attend to all the necessary formalities. You can instruct McCann as to the other details. But
I want you to go. Will you do this?"