What might it bring forth; joy or endless weeping?
This dread crisis past, and what would be the result?
"Doctor," said Phillis, gently awaking him, "I'm sorry to disturb you.

Miss Alice has had another little turn, and you'd better see her." "How is her pulse ?" said the doctor, quickly.

"Is it failing ?" "'Pears to me not, sir; but you can see." They went to the room, and the doctor took Alice's small wrist, and lightly felt her pulse.

Then did the mother watch his face, to see its writing.
What was there?
Nothing but deep attention.

The wrist was gently laid down, and the doctor's hand passed lightly over the white arm.