"Yes,a pitcher full also,if you please,Mrs.Forbes.Just let the maid bring them up."The doctor returned to the bedside."Now we'll soon forget that you wet those little feet,"he said.
"That didn't do me any harm,that clean sweet brook.Mrs.Forbes didn't know what was the real matter.""What was it,then?"
"My own fault,"said Jewel,speaking with feverish quickness and squeezing the doctor's hand."When I came here I found that nobody loved one another and everybody was afraid and sorry,and instead of denying it and helping them,I began voicing error and calling them names.I didn't keep remembering that God was here,and I called it Castle Discord and called Mrs.Forbes the giantess,and aunt Madge the error fairy,and cousin Eloise the enchanted maiden,and of course how could I help getting sick?"Dr.Ballard leaned toward her.Was this an impromptu tale,or was it a fact that this child had been coldly treated and unhappy?"You have a sensitive conscience,Jewel,"he returned.
Here Sarah entered,set down the tray with pitcher,glasses,and spoon,and departed.The doctor loosed the little hand he had been holding,took up his case,and opened it.
Jewel watched him with apprehension."That's--medicine isn't it?"she asked with bated breath.
"Yes."The doctor carefully selected a bottle of liquid and set it on the table."I think this one will do us."Jewel's remark on the train about materia medica recurred to him,and he smiled.