erstone--grey and yellow and clean and
still. Just a few rooks (you call them crows here), went over the
house, and except for their cry as they flew, there wasn't a sound
about the place. I can see how others might have found it sad, but it
never seemed so to me.

John set me down at the servants' entrance and there, before ever I'd
got properly into the hall, the strangeness began. The cook in her
check apron was kneeling on the floor in front of the big French range
with the tears streaming down her face, working over her rosary beads
and gabbling to drive you crazy. Over her stood a youngish but
severe-appearing man in a white linen coat like a ship's steward,
trying to get her up.

"Come, Katey," he was saying, "come, woman, up with you and
help--she'll do no harm, the poor soul! Look after her, now, and I'll
send for the doctor and see to madam--it's only a fit, most like!"

Then he saw me and ran forward to give a hand to my box.

"You're the chambermaid, Miss, I'm sure," he said. "I'm sorry to say
you'll find us a bit upset. The housekeeper's down with a stroke of
some sort and the madam's none too strong herself. Are you much of a
hand to look after the sick?"

"I'm not so clumsy as some," I said. "Let me see her," and so we left
the cook to her prayers and he carried my box to my room.

I got into a print dress and apron and went to the housekeeper's room.
She was an elderly person and it looked to me as if she was in her last
sickness. She didn't know any one and so I was as good as another, and
I had her tidy and comfortable in bed by the time the doctor came. He
said she would need watching through the night and left some medicine,
but I could see he had little hope for her. I made up a bed in the
room and all that night she chattered and muttered and took me for
different ones, according as her fever went and came. Towards morning
she got quiet, and as I thought, sensible again.

"Are you a nurse?" she says to me.

"Yes, Mrs. Shipman, be still and rest," I told her, to soothe her.

"I'm glad the children are sent away," she went on, after a bit.
"'Twould break their mother's heart if they got the fever. Are the
toys packed?"

"Yes, yes," I answered, "all packed and sent."

"Be sure there's enough frocks for Master Robertson," she begged me.
"He's so hard on them and his aunties are so particular. And my baby
must have her woolly rabbit at night or her darling heart will be just