Hetty bustled up and down, important and anxious, while Sam stood about
in the hall, and asked everybody who passed along "how she wor a-doin'
now."
The doctor came, looked wise, talked about malaria, exposure to the heat
and over-fatigue, left some pills and powders, and went away again--
after which the house settled down to that alert silence, so different
from the restful quiet of an ordinary night. Sara, tossing to and fro in
the fiery grasp of fever, moaned and talked, Hetty and Molly watching
alternately beside her, while Morton tried to sleep in the next room,
only to start from frightful dreams to the more harrowing reality that
his beloved sister was actually and painfully ill.
It was a sharp illness, but not of long duration. The fever was broken
up on the fourteenth day, but it left a very weak and ghostly Sara to
struggle back to health once more. Still, there were no relapses, thanks
to good care, for Hetty had been faithfulness itself, while Molly had
settled down to her new duties with a steadiness no one would have
expected. As for Morton, he would have brought up half the drugstore, if
he had been permitted, and was made perfectly content whenever allowed
to share the night-watches, which was seldom, as he had to work all day.
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