When she opened the door she saw David Herschel patiently awaiting admittance. It was the first time he had ever called. She was all in a flutter of surprise as she ushered him into the library. He declined to take a seat. "I have just come home from Dr. Trent's," he said. "You know he boards across the street from Rabbi Barthold's, where I have been spending the day. He was called out to see a patient last night, and came home late, with a hard chill. Lee saw me coming out of the gate a little while ago, and came running over to tell me. He had been out skating all morning. After dinner, when he went up-stairs, he found his father delirious, and had telephoned for Dr. Mills. He was very much frightened, and wanted me to stay with him until the doctor came. As soon as Dr. Mills examined him, he called me aside and asked me to get into his buggy and drive out to the Deaconess Home. I have just come from there," he said, "and Miss Carleton has no case on hands. Tell her if ever she was needed in her life, she is needed now. He has pneumonia, and it has been neglected too long, I'm afraid. It may be a matter of only a few hours." Bethany started up, looking so white and alarmed that David thought she was going to faint. He arose, too. "I must go over there at once," she said. "It is quite dark," answered David. "I am at your service, if you want me to wait for you." "O, I shall not keep you waiting a moment," she answered. "Jack, I'll be back in time to help you to bed." As she spoke she began putting on her wraps, which were still lying on the chair, where she had thrown them off on coming in, a little while before. David offered his arm as they went down the icy steps. "It was so good of you to come at once," she said, as she accepted his assistance. "Is Miss Carleton there now?" "Yes," he answered, "she was ready almost instantly. She is the same nurse that I met early one morning in that laundry office. She told me on the way back that Dr. Trent has done so much for the Home and for the poor. She says she owes her own life to his skill and care, and that no service she could render him would be great enough to express her gratitude. They all feel that way about him at the Home." Belle Carleton met them at the bedroom door. "Dr. Trent has just spoken about you," she said in a low tone to Bethany. "He has had several lucid intervals. Take off your hat before you go to him." Lee sat curled up in a big chair in a dark corner of the room, with Taffy hugged tight in his arms. An undefinable dread had taken possession of him. He looked up at Bethany, with a frightened, tearful expression, as she patted him on the cheek in passing. Dr. Trent opened his eyes when she sat down beside him, and took his hand. He smiled brightly as he recognized her. "Richard's little girl!" he said in a hoarse whisper, for he could not speak audibly. "Dear old Dick."