imagined she heard Stefana singing, high up and sweet, over her work.
Wait!--that was not a singing sound!

A single shriek shot above the clear humming noise that might be
Stefana. Then another--a third!

"Some one is hurt!" cried Miss Theodosia, and she kilted her smooth
white skirts and ran.

Again that dread shriek! Over her shoulder, as she ran, Miss Theodosia
gave directions to her startled callers.

"Telephone for a doctor--any doctor. In the side hall--on a table!" But
could any doctor save the life of that terrible shriek? If it came once
more--It came! Miss Theodosia involuntarily closed her eyes to shut out
a sight of horror.

"Mercy gracious!"

She opened them hurriedly at the soft collision of herself with
Evangeline.

"Who is it? Is it the baby? I've sent for the doctor." Half-remembered,
half-read first aids crowded her mind confusedly. Warm water and
mustard--that was for hemorrhage--no, no--poison! But did you apply it
inside or out? What was that about laying the patient up hill--feet
higher--or was it feet lower--down hill?

"Take me there, quick! We must do what we can till the doct--oh, the
poor baby!"