"You goin' to die!" She tried to make her voice indignant, but it broke.
"I want to know."
"He wants to know, good land!" exclaimed Mrs. Brackett.
"If a man's going to die," said Aladdin, aeat-sixteen, "he wants to know, because he has things that have to be done."
"Doctor said you wasn't to talk much," said Mrs. Brackett.
"If I've got to die," said Aladdin, abruptly, "I've got to see Margaret."
A woman in a blue wrapper, muddy slippers, her gray hair disheveled, hatless, her eyes bright and wild, burst suddenly upon Hannibal St. John where he sat in his library reading in the book called "Hesperides."
"Senator St. John," she began rapidly, "Aladdin O'Brien's sick in my house, and the last thing he said was, 'I've got to see Margaret'; and he's dyin' wantin' to see her, and I've come for her, and she's got to come."
