Toward evening, she appealed to George either to do something for her himself, or to send for the village doctor.

He asked her a few questions and then, laughing coarsely, told her that a doctor would do her no good, and that it was very probable that she would feel far worse before she felt better.

Kate stared at him in dumb wonder.
"But my school!" she cried.

"My school! I must be able to go to school in the morning.

Could that spring water have been infected with typhus?
I've never been sick like this before." "I should hope not!" said George.