The oldest Craig girl might do for one. Beg her
mother to let her come."
Eileen was being laced, but she walked to the door of Nina's room,
followed by her little Alsatian maid, who deftly continued her offices
_en route_.
"Whom is Austin bringing?" she asked.
"He didn't say. Can't you think of a second girl to get? Isn't it
vexing! Of course there's nobody left--nobody ever fills in in the
country. . . . Do you know, I'll be driven into letting Drina sit up
with us!--for sheer lack of material. I suppose the little imp will have
a fit if I suggest it, and probably perish of indigestion to-morrow."
Eileen laughed. "Oh, Nina, _do_ let Drina come this once! It can't hurt
her--she'll look so quaint. The child's nearly fifteen, you know; do let
me put up her hair. Boots will take her in."
"Well, you and Austin can administer the calomel to-morrow, then. . . .
And do ring up Daisy Craig; tell her mother I'm desperate, and that she
and Drina can occupy the same hospital to-morrow.
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