"Speak of an angel--you know the saying." "Indeed! The only word I heard as I entered was 'idiot.'" "Pardon me, you overheard the word 'idiots,' so can gather nothing from that." "No, your mutterings are dark indeed. I see no light or sense in them; but the doctor came to Adah's door and asked me for more coffee." "How is Miss Adah?" "Doing nicely. She'll sleep soon, I think." "I do hope little Zillah is recovering." "Yes, Reuben put a radiant face within the door, a few minutes since, and said Zillah was 'coming to,' as he expressed it. Adah is doing so well that I feel assured about the others. Now that she is becoming quiet, I think I can leave her and help with Zillah." "And you're not exhausting yourself?" "I've not yet reached the stage of muttering delirium. Mr. Morton, will you permit me to suggest that you go to your room and put on dry clothes. You are not fit to be seen. Moreover, there is a mark athwart your nose that gives to your face a sinister aspect, not becoming in one whose deeds of darkness this night will bear the light of all coming time. It might be appropriate in a printing-office; but I don't intend to have little Zillah frightened. Oh, I'm so glad and grateful that we have all escaped! There, that will do; give me the tray." "Beg your pardon: I shall carry it up myself. What on earth would I have done without you in this emergency?" "Come, Mr. Morton, I'm not used to being disobeyed. Yes, you did look as helpless as only a man can look when there's illness; and there's no telling what awful remedies you might have administered before the doctor came. I think I shall take the credit of saving all our lives, since you and Reuben won't." She pushed open the door of Mrs. Yocomb's room, and her face changed instantly. Little Zillah lay on the bed and was still unconscious. Mrs. Yocomb had been moved into an armchair, and every moment comprehension of the truth grew clearer, and her motherly solicitude was intensified. Reuben evidently was frightened, and the doctor's brow was knitted into a frown of perplexity. "We thought she was coming to," said Reuben to Miss Warren, "but she's gone back worse than ever." "Mr. Morton, I wish you to give to all a cup of that coffee and take some yourself," said the physician, in a quiet but authoritative voice. "Mr. Yocomb, you must not rise; you will be ill again, and I now need all the help I can get with this child. We must try artificial respiration, spraying the chest with cold water, and every possible means." "Would to God that I could help thee!" cried Mrs. Yocomb. "You can help by keeping absolutely quiet. Mr. Morton, in this emergency you must become as a brother or one of the family." "I am one with them to-night," I said earnestly; "let me help you in any way." "You three must rub her with flannel and spirits, while I lift her arms slowly up and down to try to induce respiration." The poor limp little body--how sacred it seemed to me!