He would not let her get up to dinner , but fed her himself , and then forgot his own while he sat watching her fall into a drowse , for Aunt Plenty 's cordial made her sleepy . She lay so several hours for the drowse deepened into a heavy sleep , and Uncle Alec , still at his post , saw with growing anxiety that a feverish colour began to burn in her cheeks , that her breathing was quick and uneven , and now and then she gave a little moan , as if in pain . Suddenly she woke up with a start , and seeing Aunt Plenty bending over her , put out her arms like a sick child , saying wearily , `` Please , could I go to bed ? '' `` The best place for you , deary . Take her right up , Alec ; I 've got the hot water ready , and after a nice bath , she shall have a cup of my sage tea , and be rolled up in blankets to sleep off her cold , '' answered the old lady , cheerily , as she bustled away to give orders . `` Are you in pain , darling ? '' asked Uncle Alec , as he carried her up . `` My side aches when I breathe , and I feel stiff and queer ; but it is n't bad , so do n't be troubled , uncle , '' whispered Rose , with a little hot hand against his cheek . But the poor doctor did look troubled , and had cause to do so , for just then Rose tried to laugh at Dolly charging into the room with a warming-pan , but could not , for the sharp pain took her breath away and made her cry out . `` Pleurisy , '' sighed Aunt Plenty , from the depths of the bath-tub . `` Pewmonia ! '' groaned Dolly , burrowing among the bedclothes with the long-handled pan , as if bent on fishing up that treacherous disease . `` Oh , is it bad ? '' asked Phebe , nearly dropping a pail of hot water in her dismay , for she knew nothing of sickness , and Dolly 's suggestion had a peculiarly dreadful sound to her . `` Hush ! '' ordered the Doctor , in a tone that silenced all further predictions , and made everyone work with a will . `` Make her as comfortable as you can , and when she is in her little bed I 'll come and say good-night , '' he added , when the bath was ready and the blankets browning nicely before the fire . Then he went away to talk quite cheerfully to Aunt Peace about its being `` only a chill '' ; after which he tramped up and down the hall , pulling his beard and knitting his brows , sure signs of great inward perturbation . `` I thought it would be too good luck to get through the year without a downfall . Confound my perversity !
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