“She might be dead! She might be dead!” her heart cried out, but she shut her mouth very tight and advanced bravely up to the bedside.
“Miss Ella, Dr. Wright has come to see you. Dr. Allison will be here later on perhaps.”
“I’ll be better in a few moments. I must have fainted,” she said weakly. “I ought not to have tried the angel food cake. It is so tedious. Louise told me not to, but I was very headstrong.”
Helen looked up apprehensively at the doctor, who was feeling the patient’s pulse. It did seem rather ominous for Miss Ella to be so humble and to confess that Louise’s judgment was of any importance.
“What did you eat for dinner?” asked the doctor.
“I—I—don’t remember.”
“Think!”
“I reckon I ate some bread.”
“Nothing else?”