She had found
where it was still. She longed to draw all others into that stillness.
Soon Grandma was on her way to give help and consolation where it was
most needed--in Captain Sartell's household. She did not come back until
near mid-day.
Mrs. Philander's children were kept carefully out of the room when she
entered.
"The Lord is a goin' to take that little one to Himself, teacher," she
said to me, very impressively.
Captain Sartell had not yet returned with the doctor. Possibly he had
been obliged to drive to the next town. Poor Mrs. Sartell was nearly
distracted. Bessie's fever had gone to the brain.
"We couldn't quiet her, no way," Grandma continued; "and she's a growin'
weak, but when them spells come on, she's ravin', first about one thing
and then another, but mostly it's school, school. 'It's a gittin' so late
in school and the teacher not there'--and then she screams and moans so!
Poor, sufferin' darlin'! ye can't ease her no way."
With a desperate determination not to yield myself to my own thoughts, I
informed Mrs. Philander that I was going to live with Grandma a while,
that I should not go through that part of the Ark where she and the
children were, and she must keep the little door at the foot of the
stairway locked, and not let the children follow me; and I sprinkled
myself with camphor and went back with Grandma to Captain Sartell's
house.
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