"You are easily frightened.

There's nothing serious the matter." "I'm afraid of scarlet fever, Henry," was answered to this.
"Fiddlesticks! You're always afraid of something," was lightly and unkindly returned.
Mrs.Marion said no more, and her husband went away.

About half an hour afterwards, as Mrs.Darlington sat in her room, there was a light tap at her door, which was immediately opened, and Mrs.Marion stepped in.
Her face was pale, and it was some moments before her quivering lips could articulate.
"Won't you come up and look at my Willy ?" she at length said, in a tremulous voice.
"Certainly, ma'am," replied Mrs.Darlington, rising immediately.

"What do you think ails your little boy ?" "I don't know, ma'am; but I'm afraid of scarlet fever--that dreadful disease." Mrs.Darlington went up to the chamber of Mrs.Marion.On the bed lay Willy, his face flushed with fever, and his eyes wearing a glassy lustre.
"Do you feel sick, my dear ?" asked Mrs.Darlington, as she laid her hand on his burning forehead.
"Yes, ma'am," replied the child.
"There are you sick ?" "My head aches." "Is your throat sore ?" "Yes, ma'am." "Very sore ?" "It hurts me so that I can hardly swallow." "What do you think ails him ?" asked the mother, in anxious tones.
"It's hard to say, Mrs.Marion; but, if it were my case, I would send for a doctor.

Who is your physician ?" "Dr.M----." "If you would like to have him called in, I will send the waiter to his office." Mrs.Marion looked troubled and alarmed.
"My husband doesn't think it any thing serious," said she.