this feeling of sinking, she will probably be able to come down to dinner. Meals in the bedrooms you know are such a trouble to the servants."
"I don't think she can come down. She is far too ill. She won't take any dinner. Just a glass of milk."
"But, Miss Prudence, I fear she must really have some other symptoms that you are keeping back from me. Do pray tell me frankly what else you see amiss with her."
"Well," said the badgered Prudence, "I have noticed a—a—a sort of childishness about her."
"Good Heavens! You don't say so! She is not—not delirious? Not wandering in her mind, is she?"
"No, no. She is very silent—on the contrary—has not spoken to me at all."
"But you said she was childish."
"I did not mean in that way—it is difficult to explain."
"It seems to be," said Mrs. Wilcox drily, "in your place I should have Doctor Creedy in at once. You know, Miss Semaphore, we must take precautions—we must take precautions—and if your sister has any symptoms
