\"I’llhavetogodowntomyofficetogetsomemedicine，Kronborg。Thedrugstorewon’tbeopen。Keepthecoversonher。Iwon’tbegonelong。Shakedownthestoveandputonalittlecoal，butnottoomuch；soit’llcatchquickly，Imean。Findanoldsheetforme，andputittheretowarm。\"
Thedoctorcaughthiscoatandhurriedoutintothedarkstreet。Nobodywasstirringyet，andthecoldwasbitter。
Hewastiredandhungryandinnomildhumor。\"Theidea！\"hemuttered；\"tobesuchanassathisage，abouttheseventh！Andtofeelnoresponsibilityaboutthelittlegirl。
Sillyoldgoat！Thebabywouldhavegotintotheworldsomehow；theyalwaysdo。Butanicelittlegirllikethat——she’sworththewholelitter。Wheresheevergotitfrom——\"HeturnedintotheDukeBlockandranupthestairstohisoffice。
TheaKronborg，meanwhile，waswonderingwhyshehappenedtobeintheparlor，wherenobodybutcompany——usuallyvisitingpreachers——everslept。Shehadmo—