'I never knew her to
be so obstinate. Why, oh, why doesn't the doctor come? The child is
beginning to look so strange already.'
'Well, wot I'd do if I was you,' suggested Elizabeth, 'is to begin the
doses all over again----'
'Good,' said Henry. 'Firstly the ipecac.----'
'Oh, must I?' interrupted The Kid.
To my intense relief Marion dashed in at that moment. 'Have you given
her an emetic?' she demanded breathlessly.
Elizabeth, Henry and I gathered round her with the necessary
information.
'She has had several. Ipecac.----'
'Twice.'
'Salt and water----'
'A cupful.'
'Warm soap and water----'
'One glass.'
'And,' I concluded, now in tears, 'she won't be sick--simply _won't_!'
'I do want to, _auntie_,' explained The Kid, her child's sense of
justice receiving mortal blows, 'but I can't _be_----'
Marion stood and gazed at her in awe. 'It's wonderful,' she murmured,
'amazing! I think, perhaps, _The Lancet_ would be interested in a
letter on the subject.'
'But what did the doctor say?' broke in Henry. 'Is he coming?'
'No,' said Marion, 'he----'
'Why not?' I asked feverishly.
'Because he said it was all right directly he tasted the contents of
the bottle. But to make quite sure he 'phoned to your chemist, who, it
appears, put your name on the bottle instead of The Kid's. He was
awfully sorry and apologetic.'
'Sorry!' I echoed, 'apologetic! Why, the man's a monster.
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