our and find things as I could wish....
Ann! what do you mean by wiggling down like that? Ann--come up at once!
The doctor wants to see your tongue."
This time the note of command was effective. The black head came to the
surface, again followed by the frightened eyes and plump little cheeks
stained with feverish red.
"Some cool water, if you please," ordered the doctor in his best
professional manner. Mrs. Sykes opened her lips to ask why, but
something caused her to shut them without asking.
When she had left the room, Callandar leaned suddenly over and lifted
Ann bodily out of the dent and placed her firmly upon a pillow. It was a
very plump pillow, evidently filled with the "best feathers," but
compared with the bed it was as a rock in an ocean.
"Now," he said gravely, "you are safe, for the present. You are on an
island; but be very careful not to slide off for if you do I may never
be able to look at your tongue."
The child's hands grasped the island convulsively.
"Don't hold on like that," he warned. "You might tip." He leaned close
so that she might see the smile in his eyes, "And if you tipped ..."
The child gave a sudden delighted giggle. "I'd go right in over my head,
wouldn't I?"
"Yes. And next time you were rescued you might feel more inclined to
tell your aunt what you had been eating before you became ill."
Ann stopped giggling.
"You don't need to tell _me_," went on the doctor, "because I know!"
"How d'ye know?"
"Magic. Be careful--you were nearly off that time! Does your aunt know
anything about those things you ate?"
"No."
"Very well. But you must promise not to eat those particular things
again. Not even when you get the chance." Then as he saw the woe upon
her face, "At least, not in quantities!"
"Cross my heart!" said Ann, relieved.
"Here's the water," said Mrs. Sykes, returning. "Ann, get right back
into bed. Do you want to get your death? Haven't I told you till I'm
tired to keep your hands in? Is it measles, Doctor? She's subject to
measles. Perhaps it's the beginning of scarlet fever. But if it's
smallpox I want to know. No good ever comes of smoothing things over."
The doctor smiled at Ann.
"It isn't smallpox this time, Mrs. Sykes."
"Did you look at them spots on the back of her neck?"
"Yes. A little rash caused by indigestion. I wouldn't worry."
"Don't mind me. I'm used to worrying. I don't dodge my troubles like
some I know. Indigestion? It look
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