So, as a last resource, he called the doctor.
"What is the matter ?" answered that young gentleman, jumping up with the alacrity of one accustomed to be suddenly awakened.

"Do you feel queer ?" "Yes, I do rather," answered Geoffrey, "but it isn't that.

There is somebody crying outside here." The doctor put on his coat, and, going to the window, drew the blind.
"Why, so there is," he said.

"It's a little girl with yellow hair and without a hat." "A little girl," answered Geoffrey.

"Why, it must be Effie, my daughter.
Please let her in." "All right.