I had always considered Nellie a milk-and-watery young female, but somehow her quiet ways and soft voice seemed just what were needed in a sick room.

I left the two together and came out to wait for Taylor and the doctor.
But they did not come.

The storm was under full headway now, and the wind was dashing the rain in sheets against the windows.

I waited nearly an hour and still no sign of the doctor.
Nellie came out of Mother's room and closed the door softly behind her.
"She's quiet now," she whispered.

"I think she's asleep.