As soon as she could command her tongue she said: "It is all over! All over! The child's perspiring! What shall we do ?" "Mercy, how you terrify me! I don't know what we ought to do.

Maybe if we scraped her and put her in the draft again--" "Oh, idiot! There is not a moment to lose! Go for the doctor.
Go yourself.

Tell him he must come, dead or alive." I dragged that poor sick man from his bed and brought him.

He looked at the child and said she was not dying.

This was joy unspeakable to me, but it made my wife as mad as if he had offered her a personal affront.
Then he said the child's cough was only caused by some trifling irritation or other in the throat.