"Why did you tell me that this child had been killed by some one?" he demanded of the woman. "He has a terrible case of malignant diphtheria."
Brave as she was, Leonie's face became ghastly.
With awful horror, Liz crept closer to the doctor.
"Will he die?" she asked, in a hoarse whisper.
"It is impossible to say, though the chances are largely against him. It will depend a great deal upon his nursing. You should have another woman to assist you."
Then the nobility of Leonie's nature asserted itself.
"I will do that, doctor," she said gently.
"But you are a boy, and they are careless. He will need attention day and night."
Leonie colored.
"I think you will find me a capable nurse and a devoted one," she answered gently.