"My dearest Titus, just lay down your pen for one moment.
You did not hear the dreadful things the doctor said would happen to Dora, if she did not have more and better blood ?" "Oh, take her with us to Switzerland.

She never makes any noise," and Uncle Titus went on with his writing.
"My dearest Titus, how can you decide such a thing in one second?
To be sure she never makes any noise, and that is the most important thing.

But there are so many other things to consider, and arrange for, and think over! Oh dear! Oh dear me!" But Uncle Titus was again absorbed in his work, and paid not the slightest heed to his wife's lamentations.

So, seeing that she could expect no help from him, she went into her own room, thought everything over carefully again and again, and at last decided that it was best to follow the doctor's advice, and take Dora with them.
In a day or two the expected letter came from Hamburg.

It was very short.
The old uncle knew nothing about his brother's residence in Switzerland, now thirty years back.