How did you leave the child?
Littlefield.
Done for. I said I was worth a million of you in a case like this, but I didn't realize how far things had gone. The next time, call me in a little sooner.
He writes on his note pad, tears out a leaf, and lays it on the table.
Mrs. Beeler will continue the old prescription, alternating with this.
He puts the note pad in his pocket, and turns to Rhoda. He speaks in a tone which implies command, under the veil of request.
Will you walk a ways with me, Miss Williams?
Rhoda.
Pale and trembling.
No.