"She has a high fever, and complains of sore throat." "Scarlet fever ?" ejaculated Mr.Bancroft, pushing aside his untasted cup of coffee and rising from the table.

"I must have the doctor here immediately.

It is raging all around us." The father hurried from the room, and went in great haste for the family physician, who promised to make his first call that morning at his house.
When Mr.Bancroft came home from the bank in the afternoon, he found Flora extremely ill, with every indication of the dreadful disease he named in the morning.

A couple of days reduced doubt to certainty.

It was a case of scarlatina of the worst type.