Chapter FourDuring the afternoon Sandor Szeleti seemed to grow worse.
When he did speak his words were rambling and he was talking most of the time as if to his wife.
Although Vanola kept feeding him with the beef soup that she heated up continually in Mrs. Bates’s kitchen, she began to feel afraid.
Finally she turned to Mrs. Bates,
“I must fetch the doctor to Papa. Is that nice Dr. Urban who attended my mother when she died still practising?”
“I thinks so,” Mrs. Bates replied, “but I’ve not seen him lately. I tell you what, I’ll tell Billy to pop round to his house, it’s not far, and ask him to call and see you.”
“I should be very grateful if Billy could do that,” Vanola said.
She then ran upstairs to her father’s bedside thinking that she should have sent for the doctor before now
