Patricia by Emilia [pseud.] Elliott
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Two children and a _dog_!
Involuntary, she lowered the light, so as not to awaken the sleepers. Two children and a _dog_! Could it be the effect of over-wrought nerves? Then she recognized Custard. Custard was blinking sleepily up at her, but he did not move. He may have realized the desirability of not disturbing his companions, or he may have concluded that possession was nine-tenths of the law; with a little audacious sigh of comfort, he tucked his head down and dropped off to sleep again. Miss Kirby turned towards Patricia's room. A moment after, the doctor heard her calling to him softly from the landing. "Anything wrong?" he asked. "Come and see!" Miss Kirby was almost hysterical. "Patricia isn't--?" "Come and see!" Miss Kirby led the way to her room, pointing dramatically to the bed. The doctor surveyed the trio within it. "Upon my--" his lips twitched. "No one from around here! Evidently, Patricia has--" "Suppose you look in Patricia's room," Miss Kirby suggested. Going to the door, the doctor gave one brief, comprehensive glance; then |
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