"Wait, I'll go with you—"
"No, I can't wait."
"Is he—very bad?" A sob.
"I don't know—the fever's up again."
She opened the door. But Nora suddenly clutched her arm.
"Don't you give up! Mrs. Carlin, don't look like that, don't give him up! Surely he can't be taken, God wouldn't take him away—"
"He's too weak ... he hasn't got strength to—"
"Don't say that, how do you know? Did you pray for him? I did—he got better—"
"Let me go! I must go, Nora!"