"Very well, I may have a proposition to make you soon, that's all. Be
sure and stop at Mrs. Macon's."
Morton obeyed, but only to find her gone into the neighboring city on a
shopping excursion, so hurried on to deliver his kindly message from the
professor, wondering all the way what that wise gentleman could have
meant by his remark about the boat.
But when he reached home all these thoughts fled; for he found Molly
just descending the stairs, crying bitterly; and when he asked what was
the matter she only gave her hands a desperate wring and sobbed,--
"Oh, the baby! the baby! Where does that doctor live, anyhow?"
Hurrying in he found Sara, her eyes wild with trouble, and Mrs.
Hoffstott, fairly purple with consternation, both trying frantically to
bring the child out of a spasm.
"Oh, run, run for the doctor, Morton!" cried his sister. "Baby's getting
worse, I'm sure; and Molly doesn't know the way."
Morton did run, but alas! it was of no avail. The poor little fellow had
one moment of consciousness, in which he feebly tried to pat Sara's
colorless cheek and murmur, "Wawa deah!" then the beautiful eyes rolled
back, set and glassy, the limp, dimpled hand dropped on his breast, and
the sweet baby life was over.
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