I opened the door and called Jane in, a beautiful little being with dark eyes and golden hair.
"Look for yourself," I said, and, taking off the child's coat, I showed him both her arms.

Then I kissed her and sent her back to the nurse.
"That's good enough, doctor, but, mind you, _she mustn't be vaccinated now_." As he spoke the words my heart sank in me, for I understood what I had done and the risk that I was taking.

But the die was cast, or so I thought, in my folly.

It was too late to go back.
"Don't be afraid," I said, "no cow poison shall be mixed with her blood." "Now I believe you, doctor," he answered, "for a man won't play tricks with his only child just to help himself.

I'll take your answer to the council, and they will send you the formal letter of invitation to stand with the conditions attached.