There was a pause, as Nettie's eyes met Angella's.
"Needn't worry about me, doc," said Nettie. "I'm awfully healthy. You don't have to give me no pills."
The doctor glared at her furiously.
"That's the ignorant sort of talk I've been listening to all summer; but the very ones who boasted of their strength are the ones stricken."
"What are the symptoms?" interposed Angella.
"Symptoms? Fever, backache, headache, nose bleed, a tendency to sneeze, hot and cold flashes."
Angella's face paled, and her glance went furtively from Nettie to the baby.
"Are there many down?" she questioned with assumed casualness.
"Thousands, ma'am, in the city, and God knows how many in the country."
"What are they doing for help?"