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Liz, there's that doctor over in Rushville Center— the one Mrs. Perkins thinks so highly of." "Oh, yes!" Elizabeth hesitated. "Stevens! Stevens, that's it!" She started for the phone, and then stopped as she got a closer look at me. "Poppa, will you look up the number, please, and call? And Sam — do you want to make sure the baby's still asleep? I'm going to make you some coffee before we have to put you to bed." I made myself go upstairs. Lulu was sleeping, so I came down to the kitchen to see if Liz needed help. I was quite beyond protesting that she shouldn't be putting herself out. I needed coffee. I'm afraid I needed comfort, really. I got it from being with her, just then. Elizabeth, waiting for the coffee to start perking, came over and gently touched my shoulder. "Sam, dear, you're way ahead of things. Don't you know kids can run temperatures for absolutely no reason at all. Any doctor will tell you it's so." I didn't answer. I didn't have to; she knew as well as I that it wasn't only the fever. There was that pain . . . Dr. Dennis appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Got him. He's unfortunately going to be delayed. He said there was a call he must make. But he'll be as quick as he can." "Fine," Elizabeth said. "Here, Poppa, sit down. We'll all have some coffee while we're waiting." Before she sat down, however, she went upstairs, and when she came down she said that Lulu had fallen asleep. At least, I thought, the poor little thing won't be in pain until the doctor comes. It was hours before he came. Lulu, thank heaven, slept; but it was agony for me until I heard the doorbell ring that meant Stevens had arrived. He was a calm, sturdy man with bright, kind eyes in a brown face. Wasting few words on us, he went directly upstairs with his ominous little bag. He washed his hands, and then Elizabeth and I went with him into my bedroom where I'd put Lulu. His manner with her was reassuring. He woke her gently, and managed his examination so deftly that I think she scarcely realized something unusual was going on. Then he mixed' her something, got her to drink it without fuss, and motioned to us to go out. I think I was shivering a little as we stood waiting for him to come down after us. He came down lightly, dropped his bag in the hall and came into the living room, where Elizabeth had just placed a fresh pot of coffee, with four cups. "What's this?" he asked. "Coffee? Wonderful. When you get to me maki it black with two spoons of sugar." In silence, Elizabeth handed roum the cups, and we waited for the doctoi to say something. I suppose it couldn'i have been more than a minute and a half, but by the time he did open his mouth I was ready to snap at him. "Well!" he said quietly. "You're anxious, and I don't blame you. Let me say first it's not appendicitis. No reason to think so. I can find nothing that isn't in line with plain old-fashioned upset stomach. In short — there's nothing to worry about." My cup rattled loudly against its saucer as I tried to lower it to the table. Nothing to worry about. Whatever it was that had been squeezing my heart let go, and the blood began to go round inside me once more. Dr. Stevens looked at me understanding^, and went on, "But mistakes can happen, and with a child of this age — five? yes — who can be explicit about where and how she hurts, I prefer to be very careful. The fever — that might mean nothing. On the other hand, in conjunction with the ache or pain," he shook his head. "I want to keep my eye on it for a few days, Mr. Winship. Chances are tomorrow, or next day, she'll be fine. But there's a slim chance there may be a slight complication up there in the stomach. If so, I'll want to get her into my hospital, where I can keep her under observation." He finished his coffee and stood up. "One thing I can tell you, though. Whatever it is, we can fix it. The little girl looks a lot sicker than she is." While Elizabeth showed Dr. Stevens out, Reverend Dennis sat with me in companionable silence. Finally I met his eyes, and smiled. "Well," I said. "Quite a night." He leaned forward, scrutinized me, and nodded. "Yes indeed, as you say. I see that the doctor's words have eased your mind. You no longer have the appearance of a tallow candle. That's good. I think, now, I'll go along home." "Yes, you go ahead, Poppa." Eliza Listen to "Wendy Warren and the News" Monday through Friday CBS Stations Check Paper for Time Read the news of women today in reported by Wendy Warren each month in TRUE EXPERIENCES magazine now at newsstands.