CHAPTER VI.
THE COTTAGE.
Mrs.Puckridge was anxiously awaiting the doctor's arrival.

She stood by the bedside of her lodger, miserable in her ignorance and consequent helplessness.

The lady tossed and moaned, but for very pain could neither toss nor moan much, and breathed--panted, rather--very quick.
Her color was white more than pale, and now and then she shivered from head to foot, but her eyes burned.

Mrs.Puckridge kept bringing her hot flannels, and stood talking between the changes.
"I wish the doctor would come!--Them doctors!--I hope to goodness Dr.
Faber wasn't out when the boy got to Glaston.

Every body in this mortal universe always is out when he's wanted: that's _my_ experience.