Mrs Bellingham has brought her own maid, and the family nurse, and Mr Bellingham's man; such a tribe of servants and no end to packages; water-beds coming by the carrier, and a doctor from London coming down to-morrow, as if feather-beds and Mr Jones was not good enough.

Why, she won't let a soul of us into the room; there's no chance for you!" Ruth sighed.

"How is he ?" she inquired, after a pause.
"How can I tell indeed, when I'm not allowed to go near him?
Mr Jones said to-night was a turning point; but I doubt it, for it is four days since he was taken ill, and who ever heard of a sick person taking a turn on an even number of days; it's always on the third, or the fifth, or seventh, or so on.

He'll not turn till to-morrow night, take my word for it, and their fine London doctor will get all the credit, and honest Mr Jones will be thrown aside.

I don't think he will get better myself, though--Gelert does not howl for nothing.