"Here's something to cheer you up," I said, producing my two boxes of fudge. One I passed around in front to Emma; she couldn't share it with us. The other I gave Mirabella.
She fell upon it at once; perfunctorily offering some to Dr. Lucy, who declined; and to me. I took one for politeness's sake, and casually put it in my pocket.
We had just about reached Mrs. Sibthorpe's gate when Mirabella gave in.
"Oh I have such a terrible pain!" said she. "Oh Dr. Lucy! What shall I do?"
"Shall I take you down to your healer?" I suggested; but Mirabella was feeling very badly indeed.
"I think I'd better go in here a moment," she said; and in five minutes we had her in bed in what used to be her room.
Dr. Lucy seemed averse to prescribe.
"I have no right to interfere with your faith, Mrs. Vlack," she said. "I have medicines which I think would relieve you, but you do not believe in them. I think you should summon your—practitioner, at once."
"Oh Dr. Lucy!" gasped poor Mirabella, whose aspect was that of a small boy in an August orchard. "Don't leave me! Oh do something for me quick!"
"Will you do just what I say?"