What a dreadful day it has been!"
"Dreadful for those who have been compelled to face the storm," I
remarked, as I drew off my boots, and proceeded to take advantage of
all the pleasant arrangements my thoughtful wife had ready for my
solace and delight.
It was on my lip to inquire if any one had called since I went out,
but the ringing of the tea-bell sent my thought in a new direction;
when, with my second self leaning on an arm, and my little Aggy
holding tightly by my hand, I moved on to the dining-room, all the
disagreeable things of the day forgotten.
"Has any one been here?" I asked, as I handed my cup for a third
replenishing. Professional habit was too strong--the query would
intrude itself.
"Mrs. Wallingford called to see you."
"Ah! Is anybody sick?"
"I believe so--but she evaded my inquiry, and said that she wished
to speak a word with the Doctor."
"She don't want me to call over to-night, I hope. Did she leave any
word?"
"No. She looked troubled in her mind, I thought."
"No other call?"
"Yes. Mary Jones sent word that something was the matter with the
baby.
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