began to run, heavily. "I can't talk
--if--I--run--" It was then that she
saw a glimmer of light and knew that
she was almost in Old Chester. Very
likely she would have fallen if she
had not seen that far-off window just
when she did.

At William King's house she dropped
against the door, her fingers still
clinging to the bell. She was past speaking
when the doctor lifted her and carried
her into the office. "No; don't try to
tell me what it is," he said; "I'll put
Jinny into the buggy, and we'll get
back in a jiffy. I understand; Hannah
is worse."

"Not... Hannah--"

"Your father?" he said, picking up
his medicine-case.

"Not father; Mr.--Fenn--"

As the doctor hurried out to the
stable to hitch up he bade his wife put
certain remedies into his bag,--"and
look after that child," he called over his
shoulder to his efficient Martha. She