"Oh, heavens, I hope that isn't an undertaker's wagon," Molly thought, preparing to flee from the dread sight which always filled her with the horrors. The big vehicle passed slowly by. On the front seat with the driver sat Dr. McLean. He bowed to her gravely, barely lifting his hat. "One of his patients," her thoughts continued, "but it's strange for him to ride on the same wagon. I don't think I can possibly look at those other rooms today." She turned her face away from the general store and hastened back to the University, which seemed to be the only thing that retained its dignity and beauty under the disenchanting influences of this muggy, damp day. As she walked up the avenue, there some distance ahead was the gruesome equipage. "Heavens! Heavens! I haven't heard about anything," she exclaimed. The wagon did not pause at the Infirmary as she expected, but pursued its way until it reached the McLean house. Molly began to run, and just as she arrived breathless and excited, the vehicle had backed up to the steps, two doors swung open, and Mrs. McLean, accompanied by a trained nurse, stepped out. The doctor climbed down from one side of the vehicle and the driver from the other. Professor Green sprung up from somewhere,--he had probably been waiting in the McLeans' hall--and the three men gently lifted out a stretcher on which lay the almost unrecognizable form of Andy, junior. A large bandage encircled his head and one arm was done up in splints. "Oh, Mrs. McLean," whispered Molly, "I didn't know----" But Mrs. McLean only shook her head and hurried after the stretcher. Molly sat down on the muddy steps and waited. After what seemed an age, Professor Green emerged from the house. "You are a reckless girl to sit there in all that dampness," he exclaimed. "Never mind me. What about Andy?" "He's in pretty bad shape, I am afraid," answered the Professor. "He was hurt the night of the carnival in some way. I don't know just how it happened that he lost the others. At any rate, they found him after a long hunt half frozen to death, a gash in his head, and several broken bones. They thought they had better bring him home, where the doctor could look after him, but he hasn't stood the journey as well as they hoped." "Poor Nance!" said Molly, as she hastened back to Queen's. CHAPTER XIV. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. "Oh, Molly, what was that awful black wagon that went up the avenue a few minutes ago?" demanded half a dozen voices as she opened the door into her own room. "The freshman at the Infirmary who was threatened with typhoid fever is getting well," remarked Margaret Wakefield. "Surely, nothing has happened to any of the Wellington girls?" put in Jessie uneasily. "No, no," answered Molly, "nothing so terrible as that, thank goodness. It wasn't an undertaker's wagon, but an ambulance." She paused. It would be rather hard on Nance to tell the news about Andy before all the girls.