"I won't go to bed," said Lark, looking up at the doctor with agonized
eyes. "I won't go to bed while Carol is sick."

"Give her a cup of something hot to drink," he said to Fairy curtly.

"I won't drink anything," said Lark. "I won't drink anything, and I
won't eat a bite of anything until Carol is well. I won't sleep,
either."

The doctor took her hand in his, and deftly pushed the sleeve above the
elbow.

"You can twist my arm if you like, but I won't eat, and I won't drink,
and I won't sleep."

The doctor smiled. Swiftly inserting the point of his needle in her
arm, he released her. "I won't hurt you, but I am pretty sure you will
be sleeping in a few minutes." He turned to Fairy. "Get her ready for
bed at once. The little one can wait."

An hour later, he came down-stairs again. "Is she sleeping?" he asked
of Fairy in a low voice. "That is good. You have your work cut out
for you, my girl. The little one here will be all right, but this twin
is in nearly as bad shape as the one up-stairs."

"Oh! Doctor! Larkie, too!"

"Oh, she is not sick. But she is too intense. She is taking this too
hard. Her system is not well enough developed to stand such a strain