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»I can do nothing more. I cannot save him,« Dr. Maybug said as he shook his head. »Come and see what you can do, if you wish.«
The two little sisters stared with their big eyes, then ran to their mother with their aprons full of fern and poppy seed. The poor patient woman brewed a tea of it, and the three held a cupful to Flicker’s lips. He moaned weakly and turned his head away, and Dr. Maybug shook his head again.
»Alas, he still lies in his thistle-down bed, all a-shake and a-shiver,« he said, and the two little sisters stood in the corner and wept, while the mother sat beside him trying not to cry.
