“My daughter?” said she. “What does she want?” and whilst she was speaking she walked to the patient’s chamber.
As soon as the mother saw her daughter, she asked what was the matter; and the girl, being well instructed what she was to do, answered not at first, but, after a little time, said, “Mother, I am dying.”
“You shall not die, please God! Take courage! But how comes it that you are taken ill so suddenly?”
“I do not know! I do not know!” replied the girl. “It drives me wild to answer all these questions.”
The old woman took the girl’s hand, and felt her pulse; then she said to her son-in-law;
“On my word she is very ill. She is full of fire, and we must find some remedy. Have you any of her water?”
“That which she made last night is there,” said one of the attendants.
“Give it me,” said the mother.
She took the urine, and put it in a proper vessel, and told her son-in-law that she was about to show it to such-and-such a doctor, that he might know what he could do to her daughter to cure her.
“For God’s sake spare nothing,” said she. “I have yet some money left, but I love my daughter better than money.”