I was just figuring what sort of hold would be most fatal to the old lady when you interposed." "Poor thing!" said Mrs.French.

"They're very fond of their children, these Galicians, and they're so suspicious of us.
They don't know any better." As they passed Paulina's house, the little girl Irma ran out from the door.
"My mother want you very bad," she said to Mrs.French.
"Tell her I'll come in this afternoon," said Mrs.French.
"She want you now," replied Irma, with such a look of anxiety upon her face that Mrs.French was constrained to say, "Wait one moment, Doctor.

I'll see what it is.

I shall not keep you." She ran into the house, followed by the little girl.

The room was full of men who stood about in stolid but not unsympathetic silence, gazing upon Paulina, who appeared to be prostrated with grief.