Early in the morning there came a call from the doctor. He had not been able to secure the nurse he hoped to get. Could Michael hold the fort a few hours longer? He would relieve him sooner if possible, but experienced nurses for contagious cases were hard to get just now. There was a great deal of sickness. He might be able to get one this morning but it was doubtful. He had telephoned everywhere. Of course Michael would hold the fort. The doctor gave explicit directions, asked a number of questions, and promised to call as soon as possible. Michael, alone in the great silence that the occasional babble of a delirious person emphasizes in an otherwise empty house, began to think of things that must be done. Fortunately there was a telephone in the room. He would not have to leave his patient alone. He called up Will French and told him in a few words what had happened; laughed pleasantly at Will’s fears for him; asked him to look after the alley work and to attend to one or two little matters connected with his office work which could not be put off. Then he called up Sam at the farm, for Michael had long ago found it necessary to have a telephone put in at Old Orchard. The sound of Sam’s voice cheered his heart, when, after Michael’s brief simple explanation of his present position as trained nurse for the head of the house of Endicott who lay sick of smallpox, Sam responded with a dismayed “Fer de lub o’ Mike!” When Michael had finished all his directions to Sam, and received his partner’s promise to do everything just as Michael would have done it, Sam broke out with: “Say, does dat ike know what he’s takin’ off’n you?” “Who? Mr. Endicott? No, Sam, he doesn’t know anything. He’s delirious.” “Ummm!” grunted Sam deeply troubled. “Well, he better fin’ out wen he gets hisself agin er there’ll be sompin’ comin’ to him.” “He’s done a great deal for me, Sam.” “Ummm! Well, you’re gettin’ it back on him sure thing now, all right. Say, you t’ care o’ yer’se’f, Mikky! We-all can’t do nothin’ w’th’ut yer. You lemme know every day how you be.” “Sure Sam!” responded Michael deeply touched by the choking sound of Sam’s voice. “Don’t you worry. I’m sound as a nut. Nothing’ll happen to me. The doctor vaccinated me, and I’ll not catch it. You look after things for me and I’ll be on deck again some day all the better for the rest.” Michael sat back in the chair after hanging up the receiver, his eyes glistening with moisture. To think the day had come when Sam should care like that! It was a miracle. Michael went back again to the bed to look after his patient, and after he had done everything that the doctor had said, he decided to reconnoitre for some breakfast. There must be something in the house to eat even if the servants had all departed, and he ought to eat so that his strength should be equal to his task.