"How old is she, madame?"
"Almost fifteen months, monsieur."
"She seems very big for that age, and I have no doubt that it is her precocious growth that makes her ill."
"Do you think so, monsieur? Yes, that must be one of the causes. She is very large for fifteen months; and yet she isn't stout, she isn't too big, like the children that are abnormal!"
"Allow me to feel her pulse."
I took the child's hand; the skin was dry and burning. Mignonne read in my face that I was not satisfied with that examination.
"She's feverish, isn't she, monsieur?"
"A little; growing fever; that ought not to alarm you."
"Oh! do you think she will get well, monsieur?"
"Certainly I do, madame. Her condition doesn't even seem to me serious enough for you to be worried about her."