"And what did she do?" she queried weakly. "Don't tell me anything
gruesome, please, aunt, because I feel so low-spirited this morning that
I can't bear anything depressing!"
"I should be very sorry to depress you, my dear. Nothing is farther
from my wishes, and if she had been careful nothing need have happened.
Her sister told me it was all her own fault for not being sufficiently
wrapped up. I'll tell you the whole story another day when there is
more time, for now I must go out to do my housekeeping. These meals
will be the death of me! The cloth is never off the table. I quite
expect Mary will give notice at the end of the month, and goodness knows
what we shall do then, for it seems impossible to get hold of
respectable girls. The milk-bill has just come in for the month.
Ruinous! Ruinous! Now, my love, you must really cheer up and try to
look more like yourself. Perhaps I shall find you on the sofa when I
come back. Tell nurse not to use my best cushions; your own pillows
will do perfectly well."
She bustled out of the room, and Sylvia stared into space with a doleful
face.
"It's all very well to ask me to be cheerful, when she tells me in the
same breath that I am ruining her, and her beloved furniture. I'm sure
I didn't want to be ill! If dad were at home he would never reproach
me." The tears were very near falling once more, but just at that
moment there came the sound of a manly footstep, and in walked the
doctor, large, stout, beaming, a very incarnation of health and good
spirits.
"Well, and so nurse tells me you think of going to the seaside to-day!
You are getting tired of yourself, and want a change--eh? I don't
wonder at that. You think you would enjoy having a little peep at the
world again? Let me feel your pulse and see if I can allow it."
The pulse was quite satisfactory, so nurse and doctor promptly set to
work to spread blankets on the couch, draw forward screens to prevent
possibility of draught, and bank up pillows to allow a glimpse of the
road beneath. Then Sylvia clasped her arms tightly round the nurse's
neck, the doctor raised her feet, there was a moment's dizzy confusion,
while her eyes swam and her ears hummed, and there she lay on the sofa,
as at the end of a long and arduous journey, while her attendants
wrapped her up in blankets and eiderdowns, and looked anxiously to see
how she had borne the exertion. The little face was very white, but
bright with pleasure and excitement, and the offer of smelling salts and
cordials was laughed aside with good-natured contempt.
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