I shut up . Felicity and Cecily were setting out a lunch in the pantry when we were all startled by a loud groan from the sofa . `` Oh , I 'm sick -- I 'm awful sick , '' said Dan abjectly , all the defiance and bravado gone out of him . We all went to pieces , except Cecily , who alone retained her presence of mind . `` Have you got a pain in your stomach ? '' she demanded . `` I 've got an awful pain here , if that 's where my stomach is , '' moaned Dan , putting his hand on a portion of his anatomy considerably below his stomach . `` Oh -- oh -- oh ! '' `` Go for Uncle Roger , '' commanded Cecily , pale but composed . `` Felicity , put on the kettle . Dan , I 'm going to give you mustard and warm water . '' The mustard and warm water produced its proper effect promptly , but gave Dan no relief . He continued to writhe and groan . Uncle Roger , who had been summoned from his own place , went at once for the doctor , telling Peter to go down the hill for Mrs. Ray . Peter went , but returned accompanied by Sara only . Mrs. Ray and Judy Pineau were both away . Sara might better have stayed home ; she was of no use , and could only add to the general confusion , wandering aimlessly about , crying and asking if Dan was going to die . Cecily took charge of things . Felicity might charm the palate , and the Story Girl bind captive the soul ; but when pain and sickness wrung the brow it was Cecily who was the ministering angel . She made the writhing Dan go to bed .
She made him swallow every available antidote which was recommended in `` the doctor 's book ; '' and she applied hot cloths XXXXX him until her faithful little hands were half scalded off .
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