Rose lay in a shivering bunch near the register , with her things half off , wringing her hands , and trying not to cry with the pain returning warmth brought to her half-frozen fingers . `` My darling , what is it ? '' and Uncle Alec had her in his arms in a minute . `` Mac did n't come I ca n't get warm the fire makes me ache ! '' and with a long shiver Rose burst out crying , while her teeth chattered , and her poor little nose was so blue , it made one 's heart ache to see it . In less time than it takes to tell it , Dr. Alec had her on the sofa rolled up in the bear-skin coat , with Phebe rubbing her cold feet while he rubbed the aching hands , and Aunt Plenty made a comfortable hot drink , and Aunt Peace sent down her own foot-warmer and embroidered blanket `` for the dear . '' Full of remorseful tenderness , Uncle Alec worked over his new patient till she declared she was all right again . 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 XXXXX , 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 .
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