I could not tink,
I was so *_accable_"
This vehement declamation not being calculated to ensure the patient's
slumbers, Doctor Harris ordered the little fellow to be undressed and
put to bed immediately. "I should like to see you, my dear young lady,
when you are at leisure," he said as Miss Featherstone rose, still with
the child in her arms, and was following the maid to the nursery: "I
have directions to leave in case of a recurrence. However, I don't
think there will be any return of the convulsions," he added.
The maid, reduced to helplessness by terror, looked on while Miss
Featherstone undressed the sleeping boy. She laid him in the bed,
ordered the servant to sit by his side until her return, put the candle
on the floor so that it would not shine in his face, and went out to
meet the doctor.
"Who will be with the child during the night?" was his first query.
"_Helas!_ I do not know," cried the foreigner with a gesture of
despair.
"If there is no one else to take care of him I will," replied the young
girl cheerfully.
"It is infame!" said the tutor.--"Cette chere mademoiselle has but
arrived: she is weary. Parbleu! she must be hungry.
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