And the doctors, with a serious air, confirmed this, sustaining my wife in her opinions.

She was not prone to fear, but the doctor dropped some word, like corruption of the blood, scarlatina, or else--heaven help us--diphtheria, and off she went.
"It was impossible for it to be otherwise.

Women in the old days had the belief that 'God has given, God has taken away,' that the soul of the little angel is going to heaven, and that it is better to die innocent than to die in sin.

If the women of to-day had something like this faith, they could endure more peacefully the sickness of their children.
But of all that there does not remain even a trace.

And yet it is necessary to believe in something; consequently they stupidly believe in medicine, and not even in medicine, but in the doctor.