Say, look here, what's your name--er--Emmie, hadn't I better get the doctor ?" The child looked frightened.
"Why ?" she cried, her big eyes opening.

"I'm not sick, am I ?" "Sick?
No, no! Course not, course not.

What would you want to be sick for?
But you ought to get warm and dry right off, I s'pose, and your duds are all up to the depot.

Say, what does--what did your ma used to do when you felt--er--them icicles and things ?" "She changed my clothes and rubbed me.

And, if I was VERY wet she put me to bed sometimes." "Bed?
Sure! why, yes, indeed.