"She'll be home soon, all right," replied Jack, who was now
standing at the door, "and when she does come we will all know it.
Cora Kimball is a brass and a lawn mower, rolled into one piece.
You should be glad she is away," he finished, his words actually
accusing himself of falsehood.

"Fetch her, and let me see," spoke Wren, trying to appear as
cheerful as she, had been when her visitor entered her room.

"Well, I'll fetch something next time," he replied. "If I can't
get Cora or Clip I'll get - ice cream."





CHAPTER XIX

PAUL AND HAZEL


Meanwhile, at another bed of sickness sat a girl pale and wan from
nights and days of anxiety. Hazel Hastings had left the motor
girls' tour and hurried to her sick brother with more apprehension
stirring her heart than the report of his actual condition
warranted. Paul had always been subject to peculiar spells -
shocks they were termed - but Hazel knew what collapse meant, or
what it might mean, unless -