"If de las' day _has_ come, dis chil' ought to know it," said Dinah, springing to her feet and peering out, as she scratched away the frost from the window; "has de debbel broke loose? or only de horse? Any way, 'tis about de same ting;" and she glanced in the direction of the barn. "Massy sakes! dere's Pat stealing off in de night wid Romeo; no he aint neider--he's putting him up in de barn. Where you s'pose he's been dis time o' night? _Courting_ p'r'aps! Well, dis chil' dunno. And dere's a bright light shining on de snow, from Massa Harry's window. Dinah can't sleep till she knows what's to pay, dat's a fac';" and tying a handkerchief over her woolly head, and throwing on a shawl, she tramped down stairs. "Massy sakes!" said she, stopping on the landing, as Daisy's shrill cough fell on her ear; "Massy! jes' hear dat!" and opening the chamber-door, Dinah stood staring at the child, with distended eye-balls, then looking from Harry to Ruth, as if she thought them both under the influence of night-mare. "For de _Lord's_ sake, Massa Harry, send for de doctor," said Dinah, clasping her hands. "We have," said Harry, trying to coax Daisy to swallow another spoonful of the medicine, "and he said he'd be here in the morning." "_She won't_," said Dinah, in a low, hoarse whisper to Harry, as she pointed to Daisy. "Don't you _know_, Massa, it's de croup! de croup; de _wu'st_ way, Massa! _Oh_ Lor'!" Harry was harnessing Romeo in an instant, and on his way to the doctor's cottage. In vain he knocked, and rang, and thumped. The old man, comfortably tucked up between the blankets, was far away in the land of dreams. "What is to be done?" said Harry; "I must tie Romeo to the post and climb in at the kitchen-window." "Father! father!" said he, shaking the old gentleman by the shoulders, "Daisy is worse, and I want you to go right home with me." "Don't believe it," said the old man; "you are only frightened; it's an awful cold night to go out." "I know it," said Harry; "but I brought two buffaloes; hurry, father. Daisy is _very_ sick." The old doctor groaned; took his wig from the bed post, and put it on his head; tied a woollen muffler, with distressing deliberation, over his unbelieving ears, and, returning four times to tell "Mis. Hall to be sure and bolt the front door after him," climbed into the sleigh. "I shall be glad if I don't get a sick spell myself," said the doctor, "coming out this freezing night. Ruth has frightened you to death, I s'pose. Ten to one when I get up there, nothing will ail the child. Come, come, don't drive so fast; my bones are old, and I don't believe in these gay horses of yours, who never make any use of their fore-legs, except to hold them up in the air. Whoa, I say--Romeo, whoa!" * * * * *