She drew a pail of fresh
water from the well, and brought a basinful to him, and
bathed his burning face and hands. Arthur received her
attentions gratefully.
Pearl knew what she would do. She would run over and tell
Jim, and Jim would go for the doctor. Jim would not be
in bed yet, she knew, and even if he were, he would not
mind getting up.
Jim would go to town any time she wanted anything. One
time when she had said she just wished she knew whether
Camilla had her new suit made yet, Jim jumped right up
and said he'd go and see.
Mrs. Motherwell had gone to her room very much concerned
with her own troubles. Why should Tom fall into evil
ways? she asked herself--a boy who had been as economically
brought up as he was. Other people's boys had gone wrong,
but she had alway thought that the parents were to blame
some way. Then she thought of Arthur; perhaps he should
have the doctor. She had been slow to believe that Polly
was really sick--and had had cause for regret. She would
send for the doctor, in the morning. But what was Pearl
doing so long in the kitchen?--She could hear her moving
around--Pearl must go to her bed, or she would not be
able to get up in the morning.
Pearl was just going out of the kitchen with her hat and
coat on when Mrs. Motherwell came in.
"Where are you going, Pearl," she asked.
"To git someone to go for the doctor," Pearl answered
stoutly.
"Is he worse?" Mrs. Motherwell asked quickly.
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