I know what to do with him.

Shall it be so, Dr.Grey ?" "Certainly." With one furious glance at her brother-in-law, Miss Gascoigne turned and walked out of the room.
But there was no time to heed her, for that instant, bubbling over the boy's white lips, Christian saw a red drop or two; they made her own heart stand still.
It so happened that during her stay with the Fergusons one of the little boys had broken his collar-bone; a slight accident in itself, had not the bone pierced the lung, causing a long and severe illness.

Quick as lightning Christian recollected all that had not been done, and all that the doctor said they ought to have done, in the case of little Jamie.

It was useless speaking out what she feared; indeed, one look at Dr.
Grey's terrified face showed her it was impossible; so she merely laid Arthur down very gently from her arms, persuaded him to let her place him on his back along the sofa, and wiped the few drops from his mouth.
"Do not be frightened, papa"-- and she made an effort at a smile--"as I said, I think I know what is amiss with him." "I am used to children.

The doctor will be here soon.