With a start she saw that Willie's eyes were open.
"Willie," she said, running to him, "how are you, dear?
Shall I lift your head a little ?" He did not answer, though she thought he tried, and she was struck by the blueness under the eyes and nose.

Hurriedly she felt his tiny feet.
They were quite cold.
"Mrs.Hurd!" she cried, rousing her in haste; "dear Mrs.Hurd, come and see Willie!" The mother sprang up bewildered, and, hurrying across the room, threw herself upon him.
"Willie, what is it ails you, dear?
Tell mother! Is it your feet are so cold?
But we'll rub them--we'll get you warm soon.

And here's something to make you better." Marcella handed her some brandy.

"Drink it, dear; drink it, sweetheart!" Her voice grew shrill.
"He can't," said Marcella.

"Do not let us plague him; it is the end.