son brings his special nurse for the—the operation, but the other one is due at five, and you get her just the same. I told Henry to put up the dog-cart. I don’t know, though—maybe the run-about—no, the tire's loose. Still, it might do—”
“For heaven’s sake, Peter, don’t bother about it! I’ll find a rig. What else does he say?”
“He says there’s a good fighting chance—a very good one. He says her grit alone—Oh, Belden, what shall we do? What shall we do?”
Peter sat down heavily on the lowest stair.
“Only last week she was so well—and yet she really wasn’t. I suppose he knows. But it doesn't seem possible—I can’t get it through my head. Poor little Caddy! She never had a sick day in her life. No headaches, like most women, even—no nonsense— Oh, Belden, what shall we do?”
