Part 7 (1/2)
The older urchin was st.u.r.dily built, with a deep coat of tan on his face that no city sun had ever bred.
”What's wrong with you?”
The situation was beginning to pall. The position of school doctor, newly created by the Board of Education at the close of the spring term, carried no munificent salary. The young pract.i.tioner had grasped at the opening because the routine work offered golden opportunities for acquiring a clientele among the parents of the various pupils. Now, almost at the outset, a whole morning had been consumed, and there was promise of a great deal more work in the future.
There didn't seem to be anything seriously the matter with the boy. He felt bruised all over, that was all.
”Where does it hurt the most?”
”Around my back.”
”Here?” The doctor placed his hands firmly on either side of the patient's spine.
”O-o-oh, don't!” he waited.
The physician straightened up and regarded the pupil gravely.
”Anything else?”
”My stomach feels queer and it hurts like the d.i.c.kens every once in a while. I lost my breakfast, this morning, too!”
A tense note crept into the inquisitor's voice. ”Have you ever been vaccinated?”
”No sir. We just moved to the city this summer.”
”Smallpox!” The princ.i.p.al turned a little pale.
”Are you sure?” he asked.
”The pain in the back and the vomiting are almost certain indications.”
He turned to the boy. ”Tell your mother to notify the health department the very minute you get home. Your house must be quarantined immediately.”
Much more was said regarding precautions, and measures, and medicines, to which the patient listened stolidly. A disinterested observer might have said that he was waiting solely for the order to leave school.
As the door closed, the authorities exchanged worried glances.
”The health record of the school has always been remarkably good,” began the princ.i.p.al.
”But it's an epidemic,” cut in the worried physician. ”And what an epidemic. Four cases this morning, and two yesterday, ranging all the way from mumps to smallpox. Downer, the school ought to be closed and thoroughly disinfected.”
”Doesn't it strike you as peculiar that the cases are confined to one room, Ten, and that boys are the only victims?”
”Did you ever hear of a germ carrier. A person who, through some source of exposure, carries germs here and there on his or her clothes, and is perfectly immune to them. That's what you must have in that room. As for your last question, merely a coincidence. The boys happened to be the most susceptible to exposure, that's all.”
A bell clanged noisily. Mr. Downer stood up and looked thoughtfully from his window upon the orderly lines of pupils that no sooner pa.s.sed from the school threshold than they became a howling, shouting ma.s.s of seeming infant maniacs.
”Seems to me,” he said, ”Miss Brown was telling about a girl named Margaret, Margaret Moran, whose mother took in was.h.i.+ng for a living.
Spoke of it as a great joke. Said the girl wore a new dress every day, sometimes too long, sometimes too short, but never a fit. An ingenious way to reduce one item of the present high cost of living. She might be the one,” he admitted.