It was like her to be kind in this frank way.
"You can be of great use if you will," he said. "The fever is not
infectious, I'm glad to say. So you need have no fear of being with her
--on account of others."
"I have no fear," responded Sheila with a friendly smile, "and I will go
to her now--no, if you don't mind, I'd prefer to go alone," she added as
she saw the doctor was coming with her.
The other bowed and nodded approvingly. "The fewer the better," he said.
"I think you ought to go in alone--quite alone," he said with gentle
firmness, for he saw the girl with Sheila was also going with her.
So it was that Sheila entered alone, and came to the bed and looked at
the woman in the extreme depression of fever. "Prepare some lime-juice,
please," she said to the servant on the other side of the bed. "Keep it
always beside the bed--I know what these cases are."
The servant disappeared, and the eyes of the sick woman opened and looked
at Sheila. There shot into them a look of horror and relief in one, if
such a thing might be. A sudden energy inspired her, and she drew
herself up in bed, her face gone ghastly.
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