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THE DOCTOR.
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Above the child bent Doctor Gray — a new Doctor Gray, whom the girl hardly recognized. With jaws set, lips compressed, face tense, he worked with shining instruments, doing, the girl knew not what, but doing it coolly, quietly, firmly, giving an occasional low-toned direction to the white-faced, haggard man who stood by his side.
It seemed hours to Alice before he laid the child gently back on the pillow, covered her deftly, and turned to the mother, who leaned toward him in breathless suspense.
"You must keep her very quiet/' he said, with an assuring smile; "I will call early in the morning. Give her this when she wakes."
"When she wakes?" echoed the mother, hope and doubt struggling in her face. "Will she surely wake, doctor, will she live?"
"Surely," said the doctor. "Follow my directions carefully, and don't worry. She will be playing around the room before you know it."
The father and mother fell into
each other's arms, sobbing, looking first at each other, then at the child, as if half doubting the reality of their joy. After a moment, they turned to the doctor.
"We can't begin to express it, sir," began the man, but Doctor Gray checked him with a gesture.
"Don't try to express it," he said. "I quite understand. It is a great pleasure to be able to help you."
"Your lady, sir," said the man, hesitatingly, "I hope she won't be angry. It was a lot I asked of you, to disappoint her so. We should be sorry to cause you trouble."
"The lady will not be angry," said the doctor, "when she understands."
Then, out from the shadow of the door stepped Alice, a fairylike figure in her shimmering pink gown, the rose in her hair, the white cloak slipping away from the bare shoulders. Shining thru a mist of tears, like two stars, her eyes met the doctor's.
"The lady understands, now," she said.
FOLLOW MY DIRECTIONS CAREFULLY, AND DON't WORRY," SAID THE DOCTOR.