C. Yes, mother. I wonder what I did with my cap.
M. Don’t bang the door, Charles—and don’t forget to shut the window. I must take the baby down this morning.
TUESDAY MORNING.
Charles meets the doctor coming out of his mother’s chamber.
C. Are you the doctor, sir?
D. Yes, my little man.
C. Is the baby almost well again?
D. O no! no!
C. Why, they told me you were coming to cure her, and you came three times yesterday; for I saw your old horse out of the school-room window.
D. But she is very sick, little boy; somebody left a window open yesterday when it was almost raining, and the nursery maid carried her into a damp room while they were sweeping the nursery.
C. O, doctor, what shall I do? what shall I do?