-We then degenerated blood of this generation, said the doctor, the old survived the hardships of war, brave all the dangers they faced, the descendants are threatening to die for the letter of a cousin! poverty has become the wealth, the plethora of heroes fell anemia of a physical weak.

There was no possibility of being right with that implacable scrutineer of human misery. Matilda was made good, he raised his hands folded in prayer to the doctor, and his eyes clouded with tears, said:

-For God’s sake, doctor, I save this innocent creature of all the wrongs of their ancestors, from his life depends on my life! …

The doctor replied in a tone softened the Pilgrims:

-My dear lady, the trees prop up against the Hurricanes, but just a slight puff of air to knock down a flower. The science that has built the steam engine is not capable of creating an insect. Nature is the only physician of the weak, and their tenuous nature escapes our roughness. We try to second nature in its charitable work, we can not hope that in his power. Be very careful with the slightest movements of the baby, try to guess her desires to help her achieve them instead of consulting the doctors, talk to your heart, the heart of a mother is the best doctor of the children if a mother, I have intelligence of love, does not save her sick child, no one else can. That’s my advice.

This time it seemed to Matilda that the doctor was right, he showed gratitude, led him back to the apartment door, shaking his hand affectionately. They had made peace.

The disease remained stationary for two days, then went downhill.