"Poor man from Kerry!" At that moment Mrs. Tynan came from
the house, her face flushed, her manner slightly agitated. "John Sibley
is here, Kitty--with two saddle-horses.... He says you promised to ride
with him to-day."
"I probably did," responded Kitty calmly. "It's a good day for riding
too. But John will have to wait. Please tell him to come back at six
o'clock. There'll be plenty of time for an hour's ride before sundown."
"Are you lame, dear child?" asked her mother ironically. "Because if
you're not, perhaps you'll be your own messenger. It's no way to treat a
friend--or whatever you like to call him."
Kitty smiled tenderly at her mother. "Then would you mind telling him
to come here, mother darling? I'm giving this doctor-man a prescription.
Ah, please do what I ask you, mother! It is true about the prescription.
It's not for himself; it's for the foreign people quarantined inside."
She nodded towards the room where Shiel Crozier and his wife were shaping
their fate.
As her mother disappeared with a gesture of impatience and the remark
that she washed her hands of the whole Sibley business, the Young Doctor
said to Kitty, "What is your prescription, Ma'm'selle Saphira? Suppose
they come out of quarantine with a clean bill of health?"
"If they do that you needn't make up the prescription.
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