"I found that out today."

"Well, we will ask Anna, anyway," she said. She called to the
governess, who approached at once. Telling her the plan, Evelyn waited
for the woman to speak.

"Surely that is a wise plan indeed," she said, to their great relief.
"Peter could not be moved tonight. He is full of fever. And someone
will find our little Elinor, and take her home. Then what could they
do if the house was deserted?"

"I never thought of that," said Evelyn in a grief-stricken tone. "Let
us hurry and get back before it is dark."

"Yes," said Warren, "we could not make it at all in the dark. The
lights are all gone, and the streets are nearly impassable in lots of
places. Get dad, and come on. Don't forget the book," he added,
smiling bitterly.

They hastily brought blouses and overalls from the clothes room below
and made as comfortable a bed for Peter as they could. There was
plenty of goat's milk to drink, and bread from the bake shop, with
which Warren had thoughtfully had the boys fill their pockets.

Then, as the dusk gathered, they hurried out, Professor Morris clasping
the bulky manuscript, Evelyn carrying the sleeping baby, while Warren
and Ivan supported her on either side, and Jack went ahead to pick out
the safest path.

They reached the house after a hard walk, and were soon feeling some