woman, "we were trying to do our duty by your unfortunate sister, whom you left without proper medical attendance during her illness, and have apparently taken out of her sick bed this night at the risk of her life, and conveyed away without the smallest necessary precaution."
Terrible is the wrath of the sheep. Prudence stood at bay in a towering rage.
"Allow me to tell you, madam," she said, "that you know nothing at all about it. My sister is perfectly well, never better in her life, and I won't be dictated to by you, or Mrs. Whitley either, as to any course of action I think fit to take."
"Well, I'm sure," gasped the medical woman, "this is what one gets for trying to be kind to some people. Come away, my dear Mrs. Whitley, and leave this—person. Far from thanking us for our thoughtfulness to her sister and herself, she only insults us. Of course if poor Miss Augusta dies from want of proper care, we shall not be to blame," and, with much dignity, the two ladies swept downstairs, to tell the result of their mission.
That something was horribly wrong, all the boarders were agreed, but as to what that
