"Some one," she
continued, "take off his shoes and stockings."
Her composure restored a degree of order, although no one seemed to
have recovered their senses sufficiently to obey her as to the child's
shoes. The boy who had acted as her driver knelt down and proceeded to
accomplish it. When the poor little feet were up to the knees in hot
water and the child was evidently reviving, she said, "The doctor
should be sent for immediately. As this boy has a horse and wagon at
the door, it would be best to send him. What is the name of your family
physician?"
"Doctor Harris."
"You know where he lives?"
"Oh yes, ma'am, very well."
"Stop a moment: some one write a line, so that there shall be no
mistake."
The foreigner flung up his hands with a gesture of despair. "It is so
difficile for me to write l'Anglais--" he began.
With the child lying on her left arm she opened her bag with her
right--the little driver, the most collected person besides herself of
the party, holding it up to her--found a scrap of paper and a pencil
and wrote a brief, urgent appeal to the physician to come immediately,
mentioning that the mother was from home, and signing herself "Laura
Featherstone, governess.
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