The poor wild thing slept the sleep of death and could not hear my loudest calls nor desperate shouts.
So Jack attached a cord to her pillow, and I would tug and tug at that and pull the pillow from under her head.

It was of no avail.

She slept peacefully on, and it seemed to me, as I lay there staring at her, that not even Gabriel's trump would ever arouse her.
In desperation I would creep out of bed and wait upon myself and then confess to Jack and the Doctor next day.
Well, we had to let the creature go, for she was of no use, and the Spanish dictionary was laid aside.
I struggled along, fighting against odds; how I ever got well at all is a wonder, when I think of all the sanitary precautions taken now-a-days with young mothers and babies.

The Doctor was ordered away and another one came.

I had no advice or help from any one.