Mrs. H.—­“Well, we had Dr. Spooner a good while, but he runs so much to emetics, which I think are weakening, that we changed off and took Dr. Leathers.  We like him very much.  He has a fine European reputation, too.  The first thing he suggested for Percy was to have him taken out in the back yard for an airing, every afternoon, with nothing at all on.”

Mrs. O. and Mrs. G.—­“What!”

Mrs. H.—­“As true as I’m sitting here.  And it actually helped him for two or three days; it did indeed.  But after that the doctor said it seemed to be too severe and so he has fell back on hot foot-baths at night and cold showers in the morning.  But I don’t think there, can be any good sound help for him in such a climate as this.  I believe we are going to lose him if we don’t make a change.”

Mrs. O.  “I suppose you heard of the fright we had two weeks ago last Saturday?  No?  Why that is strange—­but come to remember, you’ve all been away to Richmond.  Francois tumbled from the sky light—­in the second-story hall clean down to the first floor—­”

Everybody—­“Mercy!”

Mrs. O.—­“Yes indeed—­and broke two of his ribs—­”

Everybody—­“What!”

Mrs. O.  “Just as true as you live.  First we thought he must be injured internally.  It was fifteen minutes past 8 in the evening.  Of course we were all distracted in a moment—­everybody was flying everywhere, and nobody doing anything worth anything.  By and by I flung out next door and dragged in Dr. Sprague; President of the Medical University no time to go for our own doctor of course—­and the minute he saw Francois he said, ‘Send for your own physician, madam;’ said it as cross as a bear, too, and turned right on his heel, and cleared out without doing a thing!”

Everybody—­“The mean, contemptible brute!”

Mrs. O—­“Well you may say it.  I was nearly out of my wits by this time.  But we hurried off the servants after our own doctor and telegraphed mother—­she was in New York and rushed down on the first train; and when the doctor got there, lo and behold you he found Francois had broke one of his legs, too!”

Everybody—­“Goodness!”

Mrs. O.—­“Yes.  So he set his leg and bandaged it up, and fixed his ribs and gave him a dose of something to quiet down his excitement and put him to sleep—­poor thing he was trembling and frightened to death and it was pitiful to see him.  We had him in my bed—­Mr. Oreille slept in the guest room and I laid down beside Francois—­but not to sleep bless you no.  Bridget and I set up all night, and the doctor staid till two in the morning, bless his old heart.—­When mother got there she was so used up with anxiety, that she had to go to bed and have the doctor; but when she found that Francois was not in immediate danger she rallied, and by night she was able to take a watch herself.  Well for three days and nights we three never left that bedside only to take an hour’s nap at a time.  And then the doctor said Francois was out of danger and if ever there was a thankful set, in this world, it was us.”