“IjustsatandhelditsoftlytillMrs。Hummelcamewiththedoctor。Hesaiditwasdead，andlookedatHeinrichandMinna，whohavesorethroats。`Scarletfever，ma’am。Oughttohavecalledmebefore，’hesaidcrossly。Mrs。Hummeltoldhimshewaspoor，andhadtriedtocurebabyherself，butnowitwastoolate，andshecouldonlyaskhimtohelptheothersandtrusttocharityforhispay。Hesmiledthen，andwaskinder，butitwasverysad，andI
criedwiththemtillheturnedroundallofasudden，andtoldmetogohomeandtakebelladonnarightaway，orI’dhavethefever。“
“No，youwon’t!“criedJo，huggingherclose，withafrightenedlook。“Oh，Beth，ifyoushouldbesickInevercouldforgivemyself!
Whatshallwedo？“
“Don’tbefrightened，IguessIshan’thaveitbadly。IlookedinMother’sbook，andsawthatitbeginswithheadache，sorethroat，andqueerfeelingslikemine，soIdidtakesomebelladonna，andI