"If de las' day _has_ come, dis chil' ought to know it," said Dinah,
springing to her feet and peering out, as she scratched away the frost
from the window; "has de debbel broke loose? or only de horse? Any way,
'tis about de same ting;" and she glanced in the direction of the barn.
"Massy sakes! dere's Pat stealing off in de night wid Romeo; no he aint
neider--he's putting him up in de barn. Where you s'pose he's been dis
time o' night? _Courting_ p'r'aps! Well, dis chil' dunno. And dere's
a bright light shining on de snow, from Massa Harry's window. Dinah
can't sleep till she knows what's to pay, dat's a fac';" and tying a
handkerchief over her woolly head, and throwing on a shawl, she tramped
down stairs. "Massy sakes!" said she, stopping on the landing, as
Daisy's shrill cough fell on her ear; "Massy! jes' hear dat!" and
opening the chamber-door, Dinah stood staring at the child, with
distended eye-balls, then looking from Harry to Ruth, as if she thought
them both under the influence of night-mare. "For de _Lord's_ sake,
Massa Harry, send for de doctor," said Dinah, clasping her hands.
"We have," said Harry, trying to coax Daisy to swallow another spoonful
of the medicine, "and he said he'd be here in the morning."
"_She won't_," said Dinah, in a low, hoarse whisper to Harry, as she
pointed to Daisy. "Don't you _know_, Massa, it's de croup! de croup; de
_wu'st_ way, Massa! _Oh_ Lor'!"
Harry was harnessing Romeo in an instant, and on his way to the doctor's
cottage. In vain he knocked, and rang, and thumped. The old man,
comfortably tucked up between the blankets, was far away in the land of
dreams.
"What is to be done?" said Harry; "I must tie Romeo to the post and
climb in at the kitchen-window."
"Father! father!" said he, shaking the old gentleman by the shoulders,
"Daisy is worse, and I want you to go right home with me."
"Don't believe it," said the old man; "you are only frightened; it's an
awful cold night to go out."
"I know it," said Harry; "but I brought two buffaloes; hurry, father.
Daisy is _very_ sick."
The old doctor groaned; took his wig from the bed post, and put it on
his head; tied a woollen muffler, with distressing deliberation, over
his unbelieving ears, and, returning four times to tell "Mis. Hall to be
sure and bolt the front door after him," climbed into the sleigh. "I
shall be glad if I don't get a sick spell myself," said the doctor,
"coming out this freezing night. Ruth has frightened you to death, I
s'pose. Ten to one when I get up there, nothing will ail the child.
Come, come, don't drive so fast; my bones are old, and I don't believe
in these gay horses of yours, who never make any use of their fore-legs,
except to hold them up in the air. Whoa, I say--Romeo, whoa!"
* * * * *
"Get out de way, Pat!" said Dinah; "your Paddy fingers are all thumbs.
Here, put some more water in dat kettle dere; now stir dat mustard
paste; now run quick wid dat goose-grease up to Missus, and tell her to
rub de chil's troat wid it; 't aint no use, though. Oh, Lor'! dis nigger
knew she wouldn't live, ever since she said dat 'bout de caterpillar. De
Lord wants de chil', dat's a fac'; she nebber played enough to suit
Dinah."