'I have brought a doctor to cure you, my child,' said Joel. He knew the value of hope and confidence.
Meanwhile the physician was glancing around the room. As I have said, it was a close, sultry day; but the windows were all closed, so that not a breath of air could circulate through the apartment. The doctor quietly threw up every one of them. Perceiving a cot standing near, he ordered it made up with fresh sheets. Going to the bedside of his little patient: 'How do you feel, my child?' he asked.
'I don't know.'
'Bring me a bowl of water and a soft napkin.'
'Warm water, I suppose?' said the nurse.
'Cold.' He threw off the heavy blanket from the bed, and unbuttoning the night-dress, which came close around her, he bathed the child's face and neck with the grateful fluid.
'You feel better now?'
'Yes,' she whispered.
'Don't you want any thing, my dear?'
'I want some water.'