ty bravely. "I'll be all right. Honestly I
will. If you don't get back to-night, why, Doctor Morrison will be
out in the morning."

But Bob had made up his mind. He heard clearly again the final
commands of Mr. Gordon, his Uncle Dick, for whom he would do far more
than this.

"Can't go, Ed," he said briefly and finally. "Sorry, but it isn't to
be thought of. Betty and I have a job cut out for us right here."

The lad on the motorcycle had no time to waste in arguing. He was
eager to get to the scene of excitement, and if Bob chose to throw up
a chance to see a spectacular fire, why, that was his business. With
a loud snort and a series of back-fires, the machine shot up the road
and in less than a minute was out of sight.

"I hope, oh, I hope that Uncle Dick is all right," worried Betty,
walking back to the house. "You needn't have stayed with me, Bob.
Still, of course, I'm glad you did. I might be a little nervous at
night."

Bob thought it more than likely but all he said was that he wouldn't
think of leaving her alone with two sick women and no telephone in
the house.

"As soon as my aunts are well enough to hear the sad news that I'm
their long-lost nephew," he said half in fun and half in earnest, "I
intend to have a 'phone put in for them. It's outrageous to think of
two women living isolated like this."

The afternoon passed rapidly, Bob getting his machine in running
order and clipping a little square of lawn before supper time. Betty
fed her patients again, and again they went to sleep. After an early
supper Betty and Bob were glad to go to bed, too, and it seemed to
the former that she had been asleep only a few moments when
something wakened her, and she sat up, startled.

The moonlight was streaming in at her windows, silvering the stiff,
haircloth furniture and bathing the red and blue roses of the
Brussels carpet in a radiance that softened the glaring colors and
made them even beautiful. Betty was about to lie down and try to go
to sleep again when a cry came from Miss Hope.

"Faith!" she moaned. "Faith, my dear little sister!"

Betty was out of bed in a second and pattering toward the sufferer's
room. Bob, half-dressed, appeared at the door leading into the
kitchen simultaneously.

"Don't let her see you," warned Betty. "I think that makes her worse.
I wish I knew what to do when she gets these spells."

For some time Miss Hope rambled on about "Faith," and would not be
persuaded to lie