CHAPTER V.
PANNEYOPATHY About ten o'clock the next morning, Mike, in his little wagon, rattled up to the door of Dr.Tolbridge.
The doctor was not at home, but his wife came out.
"That young girl!" she exclaimed.

"Why, what can be the matter with her ?" "I dunno, ma'am," answered Mike.

"Phoebe told me just as the wagon got there with the boxes an' trunks, an' nobody but me to help the man upstairs with 'em, an' said I must get away to the doctor's jes' as fast as I could drive.

She said somethin' about her sleepin' in the garret and ketchin' cold, but she wouldn't let me stop to ax no questions.

She said the doctor was wanted straight off." "I am very sorry," said Mrs.Tolbridge, "that he is not here, but he said he was going to stop and see Miss Panney.