" IT HAS COME ! "
/^\F course Dr. Craven had been sent for the ^-^ morning after Colin had had his tantrum. He was always sent for at once when such a thing occurred and he always found, when he arrived, a white shaken boy lying on his bed, sulky and still so hysterical that he was ready to break into fresh sobbing at the least word. In fact, Dr. Craven dreaded and detested the difficulties of these visits. On this occasion he was away from Misselthwaite Manor until afternoon.
" How is he? " he asked Mrs. Medlock rather irritably when he arrived. " He will break a blood-vessel in one of those fits some day. The boy is half insane with hysteria and self-indulgence."
" Well, sir," answered Mrs. Medlock, " you'll scarcely believe your eyes when you see him. That plain sour-faced child that's almost as bad as himself has just bewitched him. How she's done it there's no telling. The Lord knows she's nothing to look at and you scarcely ever hear her speak,