"Well, sir, the doctor come back; and he syringed her ears first--and
that did no good. Then he tried blistering, and then he put on leeches;
and still it was no use. 'I'm afraid it is a hopeless case,' says he;
'but there's a doctor who's had more practice than I've had with deaf
people, who comes from where he lives to our Dispensary once a week.
To-morrow's his day, and I'll bring him here with me.'
"And he did bring this gentleman, as he promised he would--an old
gentleman, with such a pleasant way of speaking that I understood
everything he said to me directly. 'I'm afraid you must make up your
mind to the worst,' says he. 'I have been hearing about the poor child
from my friend who's attended her; and I'm sorry to say I don't think
there's much hope.' Then he goes to the bed and looks at her. 'Ah,'
says he, 'there's just the same expression in her face that I remember
seeing in a mason's boy--a patient of mine--who fell off a ladder, and
lost his hearing altogether by the shock. You don't hear what I'm
saying, do you, my dear?' says he in a hearty cheerful way. 'You don't
hear me saying that you're the prettiest little girl I ever saw in my
life?' She looked up at him confused, and quite silent.
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