Mrs. John saw her face, and started forwards. 'It's Teddy!' she cried;
'what has happened?'

'He's at--he's going to the doctor's dead!' she gasped, then fell
breathless to the floor. Without a word Mrs. John snatched up a shawl,
and with white, set face, and lips moving in agonised prayer, she flew
along the road to the doctor's. She was shown into the room where the
doctor was hard at work; but Teddy lay like a waxen image, with the
sweetest smile on his lips, his fair curls clustering round his brow, and
only an ugly bump amongst the curls told the reason of his sinking under
the water again so suddenly.

In breathless silence the mother stood and watched. 'Don't give him up,
doctor!' she cried, as at last the doctor straightened himself and
paused, looking at the mother sorrowfully. He shook his head, but set to
work again, trying artificial respiration, and leaving no effort untried
to bring back the life that had apparently departed.

And then there came the moment when his efforts met with success, for
placing his hand against the little heart he felt a feeble throb. He
redoubled his efforts; the breath began to appear, a faint colour tinged
the blue lips, and at last the heavy eyelids raised, and a faint voice
said, 'Mother!'

Mrs. John sank on her knees. 'Thank God!' was all she said, and then
she fainted.

Much later in the evening Teddy was placed in his own little bed at home;
but though alive, his condition was most critical, and he lay in a heavy
stupor, from which it seemed impossible to rouse him. The doctor said he