"Oh, mercy gracious me!" Evangeline sobbed, rocking harder, "to think I went an" set him right down in the middle of "em--right slap in the middle! An" he didn"t want to be set down. Elly Precious despises the Benjamin baby. He knows he"s a girl, an" girl-babies don"t count. But I set him down--oh, mercy gracious me, I went an" set him down, slap!"
Sobs and words collided and inextricably mixed. In the dark Miss Theodosia waited; she saw no light as yet.
"If I could only have "em--if I only had"ve, anyway! Then I could take care of my darlin" dear. But Elly Precious"s is the only measles we ever had in the family."
Ah, light! Miss Theodosia blinked in the sudden inflow of it.
Evangeline"s released tongue leaped ahead.
"How"d I know the Benjamin baby had "em when she only just sneezed? Oh, I suppose she sneezed "em all around, an" I set Elly Precious down in "em! Right in a nest o" measles!"
"What was Elly Precious doing there? I don"t remember any Benjamins."
"No"m--oh, no"m. They"re very recent. It"s that house with the baby-pen in the front yard to keep their baby in. I set Elly Precious down in it, too, one day."
Evangeline shuddered. "While I was gettin" Stefana"s starch at the store; I asked if I could, till I got back."
Miss Theodosia"s face put on sternness. "What was the mother of the Benjamin baby thinking of, to let you?" she demanded.
"Oh, I don"t know--I don"t know! That"s a very speckled baby, anyway, an" perhaps she didn"t know measles from speckles. He didn"t bloom out reg"lar built till next day--I mean she didn"t--oh, I don"t mean the mother didn"t--"
"I know, dear; I know what you mean," soothed Miss Theodosia gently.
"Yes"m, that"s what I mean. Next day they found out for sure."
"But have you found out "for sure"? How do you know Elly Precious has the measles? Has he--bloomed out? Perhaps his are speck--"
"Elly Precious!" rose Evangeline"s voice of indignation. "He"s the unspeckledest baby you ever saw! I guess--I guess you never saw Elly Precious!"
Stefana appeared suddenly in the doorway,--a blanched and frightened Stefana. But she was determinedly calm.
"He"s fell asleep, and Carruthers is watching him through the door. I told him not to go any nearer"n that. I came over to ask if I"d better send word to Mother. He said to ask you."
"Carruthers?" Miss Theodosia was a little bewildered.
"The Tract Man. He"s the one that--that discovered Elly Precious"s measles when we found he was broken out--I mean Elly Precious broken out--"
"Yes, yes, I know. He is a doctor--I mean--" Miss Theodosia caught herself up firmly. One at least must steer a clear course.
"He was goin" past," Evangeline put in, "an" I asked him, if he uster be a doctor, wouldn"t he please to be one now an" "xamine Elly Precious"s spots."
"Measles," Stefana said briefly and hopelessly. "Shall we send for Mother, or what"ll we do? Aunt Sarah isn"t knitting."
"Aunt Sarah--" began poor Miss Theodosia. Would she ever get used to little Flaggs? Evangeline broke in gloomily with explanation.
"No"m, not knittin", Mother wrote Stefana. Kind of--of unravelin"
instead. An" Mother"s caught it."
Miss Theodosia turned appealing eyes to Stefana.
"Her knee"s bad, too. Maybe it"s just rheumatism, but she borrows Aunt Sarah"s crutches when they"re empty. I don"t see how she"d get home--"
"Don"t send for her!" Miss Theodosia directed. Some inner voice seemed to say it through her lips. The same dictate from within prompted the rest.
"Bring the baby over here. Bring all his nightgowns. I"ll take care of him. It won"t do for all you children to come down. Does the Reform--does the doctor think you can have caught them already? I don"t believe it! Not till the disease is further advanced."
"That"s what he said--not till." Stefana hurried in eagerly. "_He_ didn"t believe it."
"The Benjamin baby wasn"t further advanced," doubted Evangeline discouragingly.
"Never you mind the Benjamin baby! You bring your baby over here at once with his nightgowns! I believe we"re in time. I"ll be reading up my medicine book. You can tell the doctor to come here instead of to your house. Don"t any of you dare to kiss Elly Precious good-by!"
Miss Theodosia was moving briskly about the room, doing strange things,--pulling down shades and drawing together draperies.
"Mustn"t have too much light, though maybe that is later on, too. I"m sure there is something about being careful of the eyes. Evangeline, wait! Let Stefana go. I don"t trust you; you might kiss him."
"Yes"m, I might," sighed poor little Evangeline. "He"s my darlin" dear."
A terrible separation yawned before her like a bottomless pit of desolation. How was she to live Elly Preciousless?
"Can"t I come over an"--an" hold him when he isn"t--when he isn"t sneezing?" she suddenly sobbed forth. Miss Theodosia was too engrossed to be sympathetic. There were many things to think of.
"Come over?--I should say not! You can"t do anything but look through the window, and I shall ask the doctor if that"s safe. Now listen--dear," again the "dear" slipped through her lips unconsciously.
"Listen! When you see Stefana coming, you go out the back door! I wish I"d told her to bring him in the clothes basket instead of in her arms--"
"I"ll tell her to! Through the window. I"ll tell her to bring him by the handles," and Evangeline hurried away excitedly.
An hour later Miss Theodosia, in a voluminous white ap.r.o.n and a hastily invented white cap, had formally a.s.sumed her astonishing new role. Under the cap Miss Theodosia"s cheeks were prettily pink. It was becoming to her to be Elly Precious" nurse. But the queer feeling of it! An hour ago Theodosia Baxter, in a big house, alone; now this becapped and pink-cheeked Theodosia in a house with a baby! It was an exciting change; what else might it become? She was a little afraid of Elly Precious.
"Not now, while he is asleep, but when he wakes--" she thought. What would she do with Elly Precious when he waked?
Of course, she had sent for the Reformed Doctor, and equally, of course, she would do precisely what he told her to do. But how would it feel? So far, it felt queer.
"I"ll wait and see," she concluded with philosophy. At six the doctor came. It was significant how he had left his role of authorship at home and came physicianly, brisk and competent.
"Measles haven"t changed, anyway, in ten years," he said as he removed his coat. Long ago, as a doctor, John Bradford had had his idiosyncrasies, and one of them had been to work in his shirt sleeves.
The laying aside of his coat now had, if Miss Theodosia had but known, bridged over the ten years.
"Am I quarantined?" demanded the nurse.
"You are," promptly replied the doctor.
"Mercy gracious!"
Silence while the tiny patient was carefully examined, with so delicate a touch that he slept on.
"For how long?" then.
"Oh--weeks. Two, perhaps. Perhaps three. He is beginning to be feverish in earnest now. You got him over here just in time. May I have a gla.s.s of water?"
Miss Theodosia went away to get it on shaking legs. She almost staggered. The plot was getting thick!