Is there nobody here less nervous than yourself?
Who was that young lady standing by the door when I came in?
The one in white, I mean, with such a quantity of curls ?" "Miss Johnson--our visitor.

She can't do anything," Aunt Eunice replied, trying to compose herself enough to know what she was doing.
But the doctor thought differently.

Something of a physiognomist, he had been struck with the expression of Alice's face, and felt sure that she would be more efficient aid than Aunt Eunice herself.

"I'll speak to her," he said, stepping to the hall.

But Alice was gone.