"But," said Marion, apprehensively, "why didn't she come right home?
What was the matter--couldn't she explain who she was?"

"The girl was not in her right mind," Mrs. Eddy said. "She was in a
delirium. It was about 10 o'clock at night, and evidently she had been
tramping the streets for hours in the storm."

"How is she now? Oh! I must go right to her! Did she get lost in the
storm? Girls, girls! Come here! Helen's found! Is she--is
she--ill--very ill, Mrs. Eddy?"

"I don't think she is seriously ill," the woman replied, with an
expression of sweet encouragement. "I had a doctor call, and he didn't
seem to think there was any immediate danger, although she hasn't
talked rationally yet. She is in bed, and has considerable fever."

"Would it be all right for me to go and see her--is it against the
doctor's orders? I'd be very careful; and, besides, I'm a nurse--in
fact, we all are nurses."

"Oh, to be sure--it will be all right for you to come--all of you may
come if you wish. You can go in one at a time, quietly. Then a couple
of you may remain and help nurse her. I really need help, for I am all
alone, and sat up all night with her, and have been close to her most
of the day. Perhaps it would be well for you girls to make
arrangements for relief nursing watches. You are perfectly welcome to
keep her at my home until she is well, if you will relieve me of the
necessity of nursing her."