night. We are fairly blistered with shame. You've already give us
things that you couldn't afford to give."

Dolly's sweet face grew rigid, the lips of her pretty mouth twitched.
"Look here, Tobe," she said, huskily. "You've hurt my feelings. I love
you and Annie and Robby, and it is wrong for you to talk this way when
I'm so worried about the baby. You are not a cold-blooded murderer,
are you? Well, you will make yourself out one if you let silly false
pride stand between you and that sweet young life. Why, I would never
get over it. It would haunt me night and day. Turn right around and go
to the Ridgeville drug store and tell them to charge the things to me.
I will pay for them to-morrow. They are anxious for my trade. They are
eternally ding-donging at--bothering me, I mean, about not buying from
them."

"Miss Dolly, I can't. I just _can't._"

"If you don't, then _I'll_ have to go myself, as soon as I can get out
of this fool contraption," she answered, with determination. "You
don't want to make me dress and go, I know, but I will if you don't,
and I won't lose a minute, either."

"Why, Miss Dolly--"

"Hush, Tobe, don't be a fool!" Dolly was growing angry. She had thrust
her hand over her shoulder to the topmost hook of the dress at the
neck, that no time should be lost in changing her clothes. "Hurry up,
and I'll go straight to Annie. I'll have the hot water ready. I know
what the doctor wants. It is the same treatment I helped him give Pete
Wilson's baby."