I am going to have another doctor to-morrow," replied her father, still in that furious, excited voice, which the sick woman must have heard.
"What shall I--" began Maria, but her father, running down the stairs, cut her short.
"Do nothing," said he.

"Just go in there and stay with her.

And don't you talk.

Don't you speak a word to her.

Go right in." With that the front door slammed.
Maria went tiptoeing into her mother's room, still shaking from head to foot, and her blue eyes seeming to protrude from her little white face.