very long. Something would give way,--maybe her brain. She must be
watched. She must eat and sleep. There is school to-morrow, isn't
there?"

"But I am sure Lark will not go, Doctor. She has never been to school
a day in her life without Carol. I am sure she will not go!"

"Let her stay at home, then. Don't get her excited. But make her
work. Keep her doing little tasks about the house, and send her on
errands. Talk to her a good deal. Prudence will have her hands full
with the other twin, and you'll have all you can do with this one. I'm
depending on you, my girl. You mustn't fail me."

That was the beginning of an anxious week. For two days Carol was in
delirium most of the time, calling out, crying, screaming affrightedly.
And Lark crouched at the foot of the stairs, hands clenched
passionately, her slender form tense and motionless.

It was four in the afternoon, as the doctor was coming down from the
sick room, that Fairy called him into the dining-room with a suggestive
glance.

"She won't eat," she said. "I have done everything possible, and I had
the nurse try. But she will not eat a bite. I--I'm sorry, Doctor, but
I can't make her."

"What has she been doing?"

"She's been at the foot of the stairs all day. She won't do a thing I
tell her. She won't mind the nurse. Father told her to keep away,