"How did you get here?" asked Ethel Brown.

"I came out from New York to look for work in the country. I felt so
sick I lay down here."

"Did you get any work?"

A slight movement of the head indicated that she had not. The Ethels
consulted each other by disturbed glances. There was no hospital
nearer than Glen Point, and indeed, the woman seemed so ill that they
did not see how she could reach the hospital even in the trolley.

As they stood silent and perplexed the honk of a motor roused the
almost unconscious woman.

"Is the baby in the street?" she inquired frantically.

Ethel Brown crushed her way through the hedge, and found that the
children were still on the sidewalk, but were so near its edge that the
driver of the car had tooted to warn them back. To her delight she saw
that the driver was Grandfather Emerson. She waved her hand to stop
him.

"You're a great caretaker!" he cried. "Why do you leave Elisabeth to
look after herself in this fashion? And who's her friend?"

Ethel climbed into the machine beside him and told of the discovery
that the girls had just made. Mr. Emerson drew the car alongside the
curb and jumped out with anxiety written on his face. The hole in the