left
the shanty; and it may be stated here, for the guidance of other
careless ones that there was an item in the next morning's paper
stating that a certain "old rookery had been burned down during the
night; origin of fire unknown; a benefit to the city for it had long
been infested by hoboes and tramps." To which of these classes poor
Jack belonged it did not state; but either one was a far call to the
"great artist" he had said he would become.

There were cabs in plenty to be seen and, probably, to be hired; but
they did not summon one. A vision of Miss Tross-Kingdon's face at its
sternest rose before Dorothy and she dared not venture on the lady's
generosity. Another thought came, a far happier one:

"I'll tell you! Let's follow Jack. Maybe Dr. Winston would be there or
somebody would know about us--if we told--and would telephone to Oak
Knowe what trouble we're in. For it is trouble now, Robin Locke, and
you needn't say it isn't. You're scared almost to death and so am I. I
wish--I wish I'd never heard of a Wax Works, so there!"

Robin stopped and turned her face up to the light of a street lamp
they were passing and saw tears in her eyes. That was the oddest thing
for her to cry--right here in this familiar city where were railway
stations plenty in which they might wait till morning and somebody
came. But, softened as her tears made him, he couldn't yet quite
forget that he was the man of the party.

"It's an awful long ways to that Hospital, and I've got five cents
left. We can go in anywhere and I can 'phone for myself. No need to
bother any doctors or nurses."

Opposition to her wishes dried her tears.

"Well, I am going to Dr. Winston's hospital. I'd like you to go with
me and show me the way but if you won't the policemen I meet will do
it. I'm going right now."

That conquered this small Canadian gentleman, and he answered:

"All right. I'll show you. Only don't you dare to be crying when you
get there."

She wasn't. It proved a long walk but help loomed at the end of it and
the youngsters scarcely felt fatigue in the prospect of this. Also,
the help proved to be just what they most desired. For there was Dr.
Winston himself, making his night visit to a very ill patient and
almost ready to depart in his car which stood waiting at the door.

Dorothy remembered how little gentlewomen should conduct themselves
when paying visits; so after inquiring of the white-clad orderly who
admitted her if