boy's cheeks get thinner yet. That was what fixed her at last
- she hadn't enough vitality to pull her through."

"So that was the matter with you to-day," hazarded Chester.
"Worried about your patient all day and found you'd lost her
when you got back?"

Burns turned upon him with a characteristic flash. "You go
join the ranks of the snap-shots. They sometimes miss fire.
No, I didn't. I'd lost her before I went or I wouldn't have
gone, not for you or any other box-party. It was the kiddie
that was on my mind - as I'd seen him last."

"Where is he now?" asked Martha Macauley urgently. She was
the mother of two small sons, and Burns's sketch had
interested her.

He looked up at her. "Want to see him?"

"Of course I do. Did you take him to somebody in town? Are
you going to send him to the asylum in the city?"

"Do you want to see him?". Burns inquired of Winifred
Chester. He rose.

"Red! What do you mean? Have you got a child here?"

"Come along, all of you, if you like. He won't wake up. He's
sleeping like a top - can't help it, with all that bread and
milk inside of him. Part cream it was, too. I saw Cynthia