“Inside, three adults in the bedroom are grouped around a crib, in lamplight. They have been through a long vigil, and it shows in their tired bearing and disarranged clothing. One is a young gentlewoman with a sweet girlish face, KATE KELLER; the second is an elderly DOCTOR, stethoscope at neck, thermometer in fingers; the third is a hearty gentleman in his forties with chin whiskers, CAPTAIN ARTHUR KELLER. DOCTOR: She’ll live. KATE: Thank God. (The DOCTOR leaves them together over the crib, pa...cks his bag.) DOCTOR: You’re a pair of lucky parents. I can tell you now, I thought she wouldn’t. KELLER: Nonsense, the child’s a Keller, she had the constitution of a goat. She’ll outlive us all. DOCTOR [AMIABLY]: Yes, especially if some of you Kellers don’t get a night’s sleep. I mean you, Mrs. Keller. KELLER: You hear, Katie? KATE: I hear. KELLER [INDULGENT]: I’ve brought up two of them, but this is my wife’s first, she isn’t battle-scarred yet. KATE: Doctor, don’t be merely considerate, will my girl be all right?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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