The Squire would
have repelled her intrusion angrily, but Doctor Halbert said: "Come,
little girl, and tell your poor friend he must be quiet, if he wants to
live for you and the rest of us." It is hard to say what prompted her,
but she took out a little tear-soaked handkerchief and laid it on
Coristine's shoulder, calling, "Eugene, you silly boy". The silly boy
closed his staring eyes, and then opened them again upon the child. "Is
that you, pet Marjorie?" he asked feebly; and she sobbed out: "Yes,
Eugene dear, it's me; I've come to help you to get well."
"Thank you, Marjorie; have I been sick long?"
"No, just a little while; but the doctor says you must be very very
still, and do just what you're told. Will you, Eugene?"
"Yes; where's your cousin, Marjorie?"
"Can you turn your head? If you can, put it down, and I'll whisper
something in your very own ear. Now listen! don't say a word till I come
back. I'm going to bring cousin Marjorie to you." Then she slipped away
out of the room.
"Doctor," said the Squire in a shaky voice, "we had aa better gang awa
oot o' the room till the meetin's owre.
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