en, as directed by Dr. Field. But we do
not give her very much, and not very cold."

"Have you any oranges in the house?"

"I could get some."

"Then take the white of an egg, and put with it the juice of a whole
orange. Add half a glass of water, with pieces of ice.

"Have good big pieces of ice," Doctor Wyatt called after her, as he
saw that Clematis had fixed her eye on him.

Clematis smiled when he said that, and turned toward him with a
sigh.

Soon Miss Rose came back with the glass. Dr. Wyatt held it to the
lips of the little sick girl. She drank slowly.

"Oh thanks," she whispered, when he took the glass away.

"Give her some of that whenever she asks for it," he said.

"Now tell me about the nights," the doctor went on.

"She is restless, and sleeps very little. She has bad dreams when
she does sleep, and talks to herself."

"What does she talk about?"

"I don't know. We can't make out."

"Do you keep the room lighted at night?"

"Oh, no, it is kept dark."

"Well, tonight keep it lighted. People who have bad dreams are often
frightened by the dark."

"Shall I give her the medicine as directed?"

"No, don't give her any more medicine at present. Give her all she
wants of the orange and egg. I'll be back in the morning."

And Dr. Wyatt was gone.

"He's a good doctor," said Clematis, licking her dry lips. "I want a
drink."

Miss Rose smiled, and put the glass to her lips.

[Illustration: Off for Tilton]

CHAPTER XI

A LONG, ANXIOUS NIGHT

"Well," said Doctor Wyatt, the next morning, "how is Clematis
today?"

"She seems a little more comfortable," said Miss Rose.

The doctor sat by her for half an hour. He felt her pulse, and
looked her all over. Then he shook his head.

That day he spent a long time studying his books.

In the evening he came again, and sat by Clematis. He shook his
head, sadly.

"I must tell you, Miss Rose, that Clematis is a very sick little
girl," he said, as they stood in the hall.

"Can't you do anything for her?" The tears sprang to her eyes.

"Perhaps I can. If she is no better tomorrow, I shall feel very
anxious."

Again that night the doctor spent a long time over his big books.
Then he went and talked with doctors in the hospital.

"I shall be here most of the time tonight," he said the next
morning. "Keep her cool, and as comfortable as you can."

Miss Rose went back to the bed with aching heart.

"Oh, if we only knew what was the