"Wait!" said Gypsy Nan hoarsely. "Youse're de only chance I got.
Will youse swear youse won't t'row me down if I tells youse
somet'ing? I ain't got no other way. Will youse swear youse'll
see me through?"

"Of course, Nan," said Rhoda Gray soothingly. "Of course, I will,
Nan. I promise.

Gypsy Nan came up on her elbow.

"Dat ain't good enough!" she cried out. "A promise ain't good
enough! For Gawd's sake, come across all de way! Swear youse'll
keep mum an' see me through!"

"Yes, Nan" - Rhoda Gray's eyes smiled reassurance -"I swear it.
But you will be all right again in the morning."

"Will I? You think so, do you? Well, I can only say that I wish
I did!"

Rhoda Gray leaned sharply forward, staring in amazement at the
figure on the bed. The woman's voice was the same, it was still
hoarse, still heavy, and the words came with painful effort; but
the English was suddenly perfect now.

"Nan, what is it? I don't understand!" she said tensely. "What
do you mean?"

"You think you know what's the matter with me." There was a