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 brings his special nurse for the&mdash;the operation, but the other one is due at five, and you get her just the same. I told Henry to put up the dog-cart. I don’t know, though&mdash;maybe the run-about&mdash;no, the tire's loose. Still, it might do&mdash;”

“For heaven’s sake, Peter, don’t bother about it! I’ll find a rig. What else does he say?”

“He says there’s a good fighting chance&mdash;a very good one. He says her grit alone&mdash;Oh, Belden, what shall we do? What shall we do?”

Peter sat down heavily on the lowest stair.

“Only last week she was so well&mdash;and yet she really wasn’t. I suppose he knows. But it doesn't seem possible&mdash;I can’t get it through my head. Poor little Caddy! She never had a sick day in her life. No headaches, like most women, even&mdash;no nonsense&mdash; Oh, Belden, what shall we do?”