"If you assure me the fever is not contagious—"
"You'll let her come—"
"It seems nonsense," said the senator. "They are only children, and I don't want her to get silly ideas."
"Only children!" exclaimed Mrs. Brackett. "Senator, give me the troubles of the grown-ups, childbirth, and losing the first-born with none to follow, the losing of husband and mother, and the approach of old age,—give me them and I'll bear them, but spare me the sorrows and trials of little children which we grown-ups ain't strong enough to bear. You can say I said so," she finished defiantly.
The senator bowed in agreement.
"I believe you are right," he said. "I will take you home in my carriage, Mrs.—"
"Brackett," said she, with pride.
The senator stepped into the hall and raised his voice the least trifle.
"Daughter!"
