come. She lay still, feeling undisturbed by everything and
smiling as she had smiled in her sleep.

While she sat at the breakfast table she saw her mother looking
at her curiously.

"You look as if you'd slept cool instead of hot last night," she
said. "You look better than you did yesterday. You're pretty
well, ain't you, Judy?"

Judith's smile meant that she was quite well, but she said
nothing about her sleeping.

The heat did not disturb her through the day, though the hours
grew hotter and hotter as they passed. Jane Foster, sweltering at
her machine, was obliged to stop every few minutes to wipe the
beads from her face and neck. Sometimes she could not remain
seated, but got up panting to drink water and fan herself with a
newspaper.

"I can't stand much more of this," she kept saying. "If there
don't come a thunderstorm to cool things off I don't know what
I'll do. This room's about five hundred."

But the heat grew greater and the Elevated trains went thundering
by.

When Jem came home from his work his supper was not ready. Jane
was sitting helplessly by the window, almost livid in her pallor.
The table was but half spread.