I daren't sneeze but they know it. And before they go off
the watch there's two big, savage dogs goes on, and prowl about all
night. I don't know what to do; tell me. She's awful down-hearted, and
cries and goes on. I heard your whistle last night. Her room is next to
mine--the windows to the left. If you walk on the beach she'll see you;
she sits at the window all day. Doctor O. is going to Cuba in a week,
and going to take her with him; so you had better be quick."
Mrs. Sharpe read her own composition over two or three times, with a
satisfied look.
"I think that will do," she murmured. "Trust him to find a way out of a
fix, and we're in a fix now, if there ever was one. Drat the dogs! If it
wasn't for them I could get on myself."
Mrs. Sharpe was not a rapid scribe. It had taken her a considerable
while to write this, and the household was astir. She folded it up in
the smallest possible dimensions, and wedged it into her thimble.
"A brass thimble makes a good, strong envelope," said the nurse, with a
grim smile. "And now to begin my day's work.
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