You may tell her that I wanted you only to take it about four times during the day.If you are better when I come back this evening,Iwill not insist upon your taking any pellets on your tongue.Here is the other glass for you to drink from."With a few more kind words Dr.Ballard took his departure,and going downstairs met Mrs.Forbes."The little girl has a heavy feverish cold.She understands how to take her medicine.She will probably sleep a good deal.Let her be quiet."He went on to the study,where Mr.Evringham was waiting,sitting at the desk,his head on his hand,frowning at the yellow chicken.He looked up expectantly as the doctor entered.
"Well?"he asked.
Dr.Ballard came forward and seated himself in a neighboring chair.
"Do you know what you have upstairs there?"he asked in a low tone.
"For heaven's sake,Guy,don't tell me it's something serious--something infectious!"Mr.Evringham turned pale.
The doctor's sudden smile was reassuring."It does seem to be infectious to some degree,"he returned,"but I don't believe you'll catch it.""What are you grinning at,boy?"asked the broker sharply.
"Don't be alarmed,Mr.Evringham,but the fact is,that you have in your house a small and young but perfectly formed and well-developed specimen of a Christian Scientist.""What,man!"The broker grew red again.