"It's going very badly with her," said one of the women, "poor soul; but
the doctor will be here soon. She was about this morning too. I had a
word with her, and she was feeling very bad. I said she ought to be in
bed, but she said she had her work to do first."
The women glanced at the window with a hushed sort of sympathy. A young
woman, evidently soon to become a mother, looked pale and apprehensive.
"Will she get through?" she said timidly.
"Oh, don't you fear, Sarah," said one of the women, kindly enough. "She
will be all right. Bless you, I've been through it five times myself,
and I am none the worse. And when it's over she'll be as comfortable as
never was. It seems worth it then."
A man suddenly turned the corner of the street; he was dressed in a
shabby overcoat with a bowler hat, and he carried a bag in his hand. He
came past us. He looked a busy, overtried man, but he had a
good-humoured air. He nodded pleasantly to the women. One said:
"You are wanted badly in there, doctor."
"Yes," he said cheerfully, "I am making all the haste I can. Where's
John?"
"Oh, he's at work," said the woman.
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