that morning long ago, when Jeremy's teeth went flying into the fire. The
happiness of her whole little world seemed to be going to pieces.

Throwing herself across the foot of Tippy's bed she crawled under the
afghan thrown over it, even burrowing her head beneath it in order to
shut out the dreadful things closing down on her. It had puzzled and
frightened her to know that something was eating Barby's heart out, even
in a figurative way, and now the word "Tishbite" filled her with a vague
sense of helplessness and impending disaster.

Barbara, coming upstairs to hunt her after the guests were gone, found
her sound asleep with the afghan still over her head. She folded it
gently back from the flushed face, not intending to waken her, but
Georgina's eyes opened and after a bewildered stare around the room she
sat up, remembering. She had wakened to a world of trouble. Somehow it
did not seem quite so bad with Barbara standing over her, smiling. When
she went downstairs a little later, freshly washed and brushed, the
Tishbite rolled out of her thoughts as a fog lifts when the sun shines.

But it came back at bedtime, when having said her prayers, she joined her
voice with Barbara's in the hymn that had been her earliest lullaby. It
was a custom never omitted. It always closed the day for her:

"Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Oh, hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea."_

As they sang she stole an anxious glance at Barbara several times. Then
she made up her mind that Cousin Mehitable was mistaken. If her father