"Whar we-all going?" she panted, as Martin dragged her on. This question roused Morley. Up to that instant he had not considered where he was going; he only felt the necessity of flight. "To--to Trouble Neck," he answered as if some one else were speaking through him. "To her as--as they call the Cup-o'-Cold-Water Lady." Molly did not speak again, but the answer had stilled somewhat her fear and anguish. By the time she and Martin reached the Trouble Neck cabin her uncanny shrewdness and cunning were well to the fore. The little clock on the mantelshelf had just struck two when Marcia Lowe raised her tired eyes from the book spread out on the table before her. The one large room of the cabin was kitchen, dining-room, parlour, library; all that was not included in bed-chamber. The lean-to was Marcia Lowe's sleeping apartment and a tiny room above reached only by a ladder from outside, served as a trim, cleanly resting-place for a chance guest or a needy traveller. The little doctor lifted her aching eyes and took in the rude comfort of her home-place with a deep sigh. "Oh!" she whispered--for she had adopted the compromise of the lonely woman and talked aloud to herself--"oh! if they could forget my sex!" She was thinking of a conversation she had had with The Forge doctor that very day. "I--I wish you would work with me," she had pleaded; "they would accept you; obey what you say and--give me a chance." The doctor had laughed good-naturedly. Miss Lowe amused him hugely. She seemed to him like a child playing with sugar and bread pills. "My dear young lady," he had said; "they'd shoot me, and with good reason, if I let any petticoat Saw Bones tamper with them; no insult intended--only compliment, dear lady! Your books read like fairy stories; I'm too old a hand to be taken in. The revised Bible, ma'am, is dangerous for souls, and new ideas in physic are about the same for bodies. I read when I can--but I'm too human to experiment on my kind. A few old remedies and a good stiff bluff are all that are needed up-er-here. Now as to you, my dear young miss, I'd have to put you under lock and key or buy you a return ticket to that fly-in-the-face-of-Providence state of yours if you tampered with the bodies of these people. That uncle of yours juggled considerable in his day, but souls are one thing; bodies, another." Marcia Lowe now clasped her hands behind her tired head and raised her eyes to the low ceiling. "Just for one faithful soul!" she murmured; "no, one faithful body that would trust itself to me for--a month; a month! A few days of starvation; a magic little pill; a spell of patient waiting and then--a miracle." But no response came from the stillness of the night and Miss Lowe was about to make preparations for bed when a sound outside stayed her. Then came a knock on the door! She went to the small window beside the door, drew aside the dainty white curtain, opened it halfway and asked: