The Course
of Events
THAT Pattie should be counted able to nurse Dot, when she—Mrs. Cragg—
was not able, aroused Mrs. Cragg's jealous temper to an unpleasant
extent. She knew herself to be incapable, and she would not have
undertaken the nursing, had she been asked to do so. But now that she
had not been asked, now that she had been ousted in favour of another,
she regarded herself as a deeply injured individual; and she was angry
with Pattie.
This made Pattie's work harder than it would otherwise have been.
She did not see much of Mrs. Cragg, for almost her whole time, from
morning till evening, was spent with Dot; and when not engaged in the
sick-room she was usually, by the doctor's orders, either walking or
resting. Still, encounters were inevitable; and if anything were
wanted, if any doubt or question arose, Mrs. Cragg immediately sided
against Pattie. Even the thought of what might be good for Dot could
not make headway against her temper.
Happily for Pattie, the new nurse was a sensible kind-hearted woman;
and an appeal to her would always settle matters as might be desirable
for the child. But Pattie could not rouse her unnecessarily from
well-earned sleep, and that was the time when difficulties occurred.
Cragg was very unhappy during these days of suspense. Dot was his
darling, his treasure, the light of his home; and the thought
of losing her was terrible to him.
He blamed himself sorely for the accident, because he had sent Dot out
of the room without taking precautions to ensure that she would be
looked after. She was so clever and wide-awake a child, that they were
all rather apt to think she could take care of herself; and she had
done so dozens of times before. Now that the result had been an
accident, dangerous to life, Cragg could not forgive his own
carelessness.
Pattie knew nothing of this till a week after the fall, when she came
across him, alone, with his head down on the table, crying like a
child. She had left the sick-room in charge of the nurse, and was
going to have her supper before retiring for the night.
"But you must not mind," she urged. "It was only what we all do.
Dot goes about so often alone. We never think anything of it.
You could not guess that she would fall."
"I ought to have guessed. I ought to have taken heed."
"She was with Jane. Dot did not fall when she was alone. Don't you
see? You really were not to blame. Dot went upstairs all right.
Jane was in fault,—not you."
"No, so I hoped at first. But she was not with Jane. The girl saw her
coming, and supposed one of us to be with her. And then Dot started
off full speed for the top of the stairs, before Jane could get up
with her."
"Because Jane is naturally slow. Anybody else might have been in time.
I suppose she cannot help being stupid, but I do think she ought
to have made more haste. I don't think you need blame yourself.
Dot seems so much older than her age—I suppose we forget what a baby
she is."
"Wouldn't you blame yourself in my place?" asked Cragg sorrowfully.
"I think you would. If she dies, I shall never get over the feeling.
I shall always know it was my doing—being so angry with my wife's
extravagance, that I couldn't give a thought to anything else."
That was news to Pattie, and Cragg had not intended to speak of his
wife's doings; but in his distress he for the moment forgot. Pattie
took no advantage of the slip. She asked no questions, and she never
afterwards alluded to what he had said.
For Cragg's sake, as well as for her own, it was an immense relief
when they could begin to feel that the worst was over, and that Dot
was taking steps towards recovery.
The main injury had been, as at first conjectured by the doctor,
to the spine; and the blow upon the spine had affected the head.
The little one's mind wandered much, fever ran high, and weakness
became extreme.
"If Dot gets through, it will be due chiefly to Miss Dale," the doctor
remarked more than once, and the hospital nurse said the same. So far
as experienced nursing was concerned, she of course was far superior
to Pattie. But Pattie had a power, possessed by none other,
of soothing Dot in pain, of quieting her in restlessness, of making
her take the food and medicine from which she turned; and these things
were invaluable. The nurse often sent for Pattie to influence the
child, and so to save a needless struggle, which would have exhausted
the little one's strength. Dot would do anything at Pattie's request.
At the end of three or four weeks, however, the worst was really over.
Dot was to be accounted convalescent, and the household began to
settle into something like its usual state. Dot would have to lie flat
for many a week yet—perhaps even for many a month; but the doctor gave
every hope that the jar to the spine would not be of a lasting nature.
Great care would be needed, he said; but there was no reason why, in a
year or two at most, she might not be as well and vigorous as ever.
Only, everything depended on proper care now. Pattie felt that her
work was cut out for her. She also knew that her worst difficulties
might lie in the future.
The hospital nurse remained at her post, taking all night duty; but in
a few days her presence would be unnecessary.
"When she goes, I shall sleep, of course, in Dot's room," Pattie said
quietly, and Cragg tried to express his gratitude. But for Pattie,
what they could have done at this juncture was an enigma to him.
Mrs. Cragg expressed little gratitude, for she felt none. She was
still jealous of Pattie's position in the sick-room, still offended
at having been compelled to submit.
With Dot's rally came, as was to be expected, a spirit of
fractiousness; no bad sign, the nurse said. Children getting better
from an illness were always fractious. The little one was not old
enough to exercise self-control, as a grown person might have done;
though in truth grown persons often fail egregiously in this matter.
Dot wanted everything that she could not have, and she disliked
everything that she might have, alike in the way of food and of
amusement. She could hardly endure to have Pattie out of her sight,
and the cry for "Dadda" was only second in frequency to the cry for
"Pattie."
It was noticeable that Dot did not cry for her "Ma-ma." She had
received too many snubs in that direction to turn thither in weakness
and pain, with any confidence. Mrs. Cragg could not but observe this
fact. It made her unhappy, and even more jealous of Pattie than
before. Instead of reproaching herself, as she ought to have done,
she reproached Pattie, and looked upon herself as a wronged
individual.
This feeling, given way to without restraint, at last bore fruit.
Mrs. Cragg, though she had uttered threats to Pattie, had not made up
her mind that she would break her own promises of silence, or that she
would deliberately injure the girl. But when temptation came, it round
her powerless to resist. A habit of ill-temper is weakening to the
moral fibre.
Mrs. Cragg's particular crony walked in to see her one certain
morning—Mrs. Smithers, the chemist's wife, a smart young woman, and
one of the greatest gossips in the place. A matter revealed to Mrs.
Smithers was revealed to the country round. Mrs. Cragg knew this,—
not that it made much difference in what she said or did not say to
the woman in question.
"So you've had no end of bother about Dot," Mrs. Smithers remarked.
"And she's getting on all right, I'm told."
Mrs. Cragg gave her own version of affairs. It was all Cragg's fault,
according to her. He had been in "a fuss," and had scolded the child
for being in the room, and Dot had run away and tumbled downstairs.
This was not exactly an accurate report.
"And Pattie Dale's been doing all the nursing, has she?"
"Dear me, no. She's helped; but we've had a regular nurse in the house
all this while. Mr. Cragg says she's got to go next week. He says he
can't afford to keep her longer. Dot is getting on all right.
I believe she'd be as well as ever, if the doctor didn't keep her
lying down. 'Tisn't natural for a child. She ought to be up and about.
But he gives all his orders to Pattie Dale, and I'm not allowed a
word. You'd think Pattie was mistress, only to hear her."
"I don't like that girl, for my part. What makes you put up with her?"
"Haven't any choice. She's got the upper hand of Mr. Cragg—twists him
round her little finger. And Dot won't look at anybody else."
"Well, I wouldn't have it so, if I were you. I'd make a stand.
She's got a conceited look."
"Conceited! I should think she was. There's nobody in the world that's
Pattie's equal, if you believe Pattie."
"And nobody knows wherever she came from," reflected Mrs. Smithers.
Mrs. Cragg pursed up her lips with a meaning air.
"Well, you may know, but nobody else does. What is Pattie Dale?
Your husband's been going about saying she wants to find a situation.
What sort is she fit for, I'd like to know?"
"When Pattie's in a temper, she always says she wants to find
a situation."
"I'd let her go, if I was you. Why shouldn't she? She's no relation
of yours."
"Cragg thinks he's bound to do something for her, because it was his
house that fell, and that's how her father got killed."
"Ridiculous!" declared Mrs. Smithers. "I'd like to hear my husband
talking like that."
"Your husband isn't Cragg," observed Mrs. Cragg, with truth.
"If he was Mr. Cragg I wouldn't let him. People ought to have sense."
Mrs. Smithers' eyes roved, and Mrs. Cragg saw that another subject was
about to be introduced.
"Nobody can tell you anything about Pattie except me."
"But what do you know about her? thought they came here as strangers."
"All the same, I know something." Mrs. Cragg's air was of fascinating
mystery.
"Tell me, there's a good woman. What do you know?"
"Well, I know one thing—that her father was a scamp."
"Shouldn't wonder! I saw that man, and I didn't like the looks of him.
Nor Smithers didn't either. He wasn't worth much, I shouldn't think."
"Took some money that wasn't his, you know." Mrs. Cragg was drawing
freely on her imagination.
"You don't say so!"
"Yes, I do. And got turned off—so he had to go away. That's why they
came here. Nice sort of people, eh? I found it out by accident. It
isn't easy to throw dust in my eyes. I suspected from the first, and
one day it came out. It don't matter how. Pattie only wanted me not to
tell."
"Well, if I was you, I shouldn't like that young woman to be with Dot.
Dishonesty is catching. You'll have Dot infected."
"That's Cragg's doing. He won't hear a word against Pattie."
"Nor against Pattie's father?"
"Won't believe a word of it. Pattie declares it isn't true."
"I should like to see Smithers behaving like that! I just should!"
remarked Mrs. Smithers.