By breakfast time her fever had increased to such a point that Miss
Baker took matters into her own hands and had the German woman call
a doctor. He arrived some twenty minutes later. He was a big, kindly
fellow who lived over the drug store on the corner. He had a deep voice
and a tremendous striding gait less suggestive of a physician than of a
sergeant of a cavalry troop.
By the time of his arrival little Miss Baker had divined intuitively
the entire trouble. She heard the doctor's swinging tramp in the entry
below, and heard the German woman saying:
"Righd oop der stairs, at der back of der halle. Der room mit der door
oppen."
Miss Baker met the doctor at the landing, she told him in a whisper of
the trouble.
"Her husband's deserted her, I'm afraid, doctor, and took all of her
money--a good deal of it. It's about killed the poor child. She was out
of her head a good deal of the night, and now she's got a raging fever."
The doctor and Miss Baker returned to the room and entered, closing the
door. The big doctor stood for a moment looking down at Trina rolling
her head from side to side upon the pillow, her face scarlet, her
enormous mane of hair spread out on either side of her.
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