Then, as Prudence remonstrated, "Oh, yes," he granted, "you shall stay with her, but if it is very serious a nurse will be of great service.
I will have one come at once." Then he paused, and listened to the indistinct sobbing that floated up from the kitchen. "Can"t you send those girls away for the night,--to some of the neighbors? It will be much better."
But this the younger girls stubbornly refused to do. "If you send me out of the house when Carol is sick, I will kill myself," said Lark, in such a strange voice that the doctor eyed her sharply.
"Well, if you will all stay down-stairs and keep quiet, so as not to annoy your sister," he consented grudgingly. "The least sobbing, or confusion, or excitement, may make her much worse. Fix up a bed on the floor down here, all of you, and go to sleep."
"I won"t go to bed," said Lark, looking up at the doctor with agonized eyes. "I won"t go to bed while Carol is sick."
"Give her a cup of something hot to drink," he said to Fairy curtly.
"I won"t drink anything," said Lark. "I won"t drink anything, and I won"t eat a bite of anything until Carol is well. I won"t sleep, either."
The doctor took her hand in his, and deftly pushed the sleeve above the elbow.
"You can twist my arm if you like, but I won"t eat, and I won"t drink, and I won"t sleep."
The doctor smiled. Swiftly inserting the point of his needle in her arm, he released her. "I won"t hurt you, but I am pretty sure you will be sleeping in a few minutes." He turned to Fairy. "Get her ready for bed at once. The little one can wait."
An hour later, he came down-stairs again. "Is she sleeping?" he asked of Fairy in a low voice. "That is good. You have your work cut out for you, my girl. The little one here will be all right, but this twin is in nearly as bad shape as the one up-stairs."
"Oh! Doctor! Larkie, too!"
"Oh, she is not sick. But she is too intense. She is taking this too hard. Her system is not well enough developed to stand such a strain very long. Something would give way,--maybe her brain. She must be watched. She must eat and sleep. There is school to-morrow, isn"t there?"
"But I am sure Lark will not go, Doctor. She has never been to school a day in her life without Carol. I am sure she will not go!"
"Let her stay at home, then. Don"t get her excited. But make her work. Keep her doing little tasks about the house, and send her on errands. Talk to her a good deal. Prudence will have her hands full with the other twin, and you"ll have all you can do with this one. I"m depending on you, my girl. You mustn"t fail me."
That was the beginning of an anxious week. For two days Carol was in delirium most of the time, calling out, crying, screaming affrightedly.
And Lark crouched at the foot of the stairs, hands clenched pa.s.sionately, her slender form tense and motionless.
It was four in the afternoon, as the doctor was coming down from the sick room, that Fairy called him into the dining-room with a suggestive glance.
"She won"t eat," she said. "I have done everything possible, and I had the nurse try. But she will not eat a bite. I--I"m sorry, Doctor, but I can"t make her."
"What has she been doing?"
"She"s been at the foot of the stairs all day. She won"t do a thing I tell her. She won"t mind the nurse. Father told her to keep away, too, but she does not pay any attention. When I speak to her, she does not answer. When she hears you coming down, she runs away and hides, but she goes right back again."
"Can your father make her eat? If he commands her?"
"I do not know. I doubt it. But we can try. Here"s some hot soup,--I"ll call father."
So Lark was brought into the dining-room, and her father came down the stairs. The doctor whispered an explanation to him in the hall.
"Lark," said her father, gently but very firmly, "you must eat, or you will be sick, too. We need all of our time to look after Carol to-day.
Do you want to keep us away from her to attend to you?"
"No, father, of course not. I wish you would all go right straight back to Carrie this minute and leave me alone. I"m all right. But I can"t eat until Carol is well."
Her father drew a chair to the table and said, "Sit down and eat that soup at once, Larkie."
Lark"s face quivered, but she turned away. "I can"t, father. You don"t understand. I can"t eat,--I really can"t. Carrie"s my twin, and--oh, father, don"t you see how it is?"
He stood for a moment, frowning at her thoughtfully. Then he left the room, signing for the doctor to follow. "I"ll send Prudence down," he said. "She"ll manage some way."
"I must stay here until I see her eat it," said the doctor. "If she won"t do it, she must be kept under morphine for a few days. But it"s better not. Try Prudence, by all means."
So Prudence, white-faced, eyes black-circled, came down from the room where she had served her sister many weary hours. The doctor was standing in the center of the room. Fairy was hovering anxiously near Lark, rigid at the window.
"Larkie," whispered Prudence, and with a bitter cry the young girl leaped into her sister"s arms.
Prudence caressed and soothed her tenderly. "Poor little Larkie," she murmured, "poor little twinnie!--But Carol is resting pretty well now, Lark. She"s coming through all right. She was conscious several times to-day. The first time she just looked up at me and smiled and whispered, "Hard luck, Prue." Then a little later she said, "Tell Larkie I"m doing fine, and don"t let her worry." Pretty soon she spoke again, "You make Lark be sensible, Prue, or she"ll be sick, too." Once again she started to say something about you, but she was too sick to finish. "Larkie is such a--," but that was as far as she could go.
She was thinking of you all the time, Lark. She is so afraid you"ll worry and make yourself sick, too. She would be heartbroken if she was able to see you, and you were too sick to come to her. You must keep up your strength for Carol"s sake. If she is conscious to-morrow, we"re going to bring you up a while to see her. She can hardly stand being away from you, I know. But you must get out-of-doors, and bring some color to your cheeks, first. It would make her miserable to see you like this."
Lark was still sobbing, but more gently now, and she still clung to her sister.
"To-morrow, Prudence? Honestly, may I go up to-morrow? You"re not just fooling me, are you? You wouldn"t do that!"
"Of course I wouldn"t. Yes, you really may, if you"ll be good and make yourself look better. It would be very bad for Carrie to see you so white and wan. She would worry. Have you been eating? You must eat lots, and then take a good run out-of-doors toward bedtime, so you will sleep well. It will be a good tonic for Carol to see you bright and fresh and rosy."
"Oh, I can"t bear to be fresh and rosy when Carrie is sick!"
"It hurts,--but you are willing to be hurt for Carol"s sake! You will do it on her account. It will do her so much good. Now sit down and eat your soup, and I"ll stay here a while and tell you all about her.
I gave her the pansies you bought her,--it was so sweet of you, too, Larkie. It must have taken every cent of your money, didn"t it? I suppose you ordered them over the telephone, since you wouldn"t leave the house. When I told Carol you got them for her, she took them in her hand and held them under the covers. Of course, they wilted right away, but I knew you would like Carrie to have them close to her."--Oh, you must eat it all, Lark. It looks very good. I must take a little of it up to Carol,--maybe she can eat some.--And you will do your very best to be strong and bright and rosy--for Carol--won"t you?"
"Yes, I will,--I"ll go and run across the field a few times before I go to bed. Yes, I"ll try my very best." Then she looked up at the doctor, and added: "But I wouldn"t do it for you, or anybody else, either."
But the doctor only smiled oddly, and went away up-stairs again, wondering at the wisdom that G.o.d has placed in the hearts of women!
Dreary miserable days and nights followed after that. And Prudence, to whom Carol, even in delirium, clung with such wildness that they dare not deny her, grew weary-eyed and wan. But when the doctor, putting his hand on her shoulder, said, "It"s all right now, my dear. She"ll soon be as well as ever,"--then Prudence dropped limply to the floor, trembling weakly with the great happiness.
Good Methodist friends from all over Mount Mark came to the a.s.sistance of the parsonage family, and many gifts and delicacies and knick-knacks were sent in to tempt the appet.i.te of the invalid, and the others as well.
"You all need toning up," said Mrs. Adams crossly, "you"ve all gone clear under. A body would think the whole family had been down with something!"
Carol"s friends at the high school, and the members of the faculty also, took advantage of this opportunity to show their love for her.
And Professor Duke sent clear to Burlington for a great basket of violets and lilies-of-the-valley, "For our little high-school song-bird," as he wrote on the card. And Carol dimpled with delight as she read it.
"Now you see for yourself, Prudence," she declared. "Isn"t he a duck?"
When the little parsonage group, entire, gathered once more around the table in the "real dining-room," they were joyful indeed. It was a gala occasion! The very best china and silverware were brought out in Carol"s honor. The supper was one that would have gratified the heart of a bishop, at the very least!
"Apple pie, with pure cream, Carol," said Lark ecstatically, for apple pie with pure cream was the favorite dessert of the sweet-toothed twins. And Lark added earnestly, "And I don"t seem to be very hungry to-night, Carol,--I don"t want any pie. You shall have my piece, too!"
"I said I felt it in my bones, you remember," said Prudence, smiling at Carol, "but my mental compa.s.s indicated Connie when it should have pointed to Carol! And I do hope, Connie dear, that this will be a lesson to you, and impress upon you that you must always change your shoes and stockings when your feet are wet!"
And for the first time in many days, clear, happy-hearted laughter rang out in the parsonage.