mixture of authority and playfulness. "Here is the ambulance. Help me to
lift him in, men," to the by-standers. "And you, cousin Zoe, get into
your carriage, and drive on behind it, or ahead if you choose."

"Can't I ride in the ambulance beside him?" she asked, almost
imploringly.

"No, no: you will both be more comfortable In doing as I have directed."

"Then, please go with him yourself," she entreated.

"I shall do so, certainly," he answered, motioning her away, then
stooping to assist the others in lifting the injured man.

Zoe would not stir till she had seen Edward put into the ambulance, and
made as comfortable for his ride home as circumstances would permit.
Then, as the vehicle moved slowly off, she hurried to her carriage.

Ben helped her in, sprang into his own seat, and, as he took the reins
from Ella, Zoe gave the order, "Home now, Uncle Ben, keeping as close
behind the ambulance as you can."

"Oh, don't, Zoe! you oughtn't to!" expostulated Ella, perceiving that
her cousin was crying violently behind her veil. "I don't think Ned is
very badly hurt. Didn't you hear Arthur say so?"

"He only expressed such a hope: he didn't say certainly," sobbed Zoe.
"And when people are in danger, doctors always try to hide it from their
friends."