What she said could only be conjectured but apparently Mrs. Anderson was mollified for peace reigned the remainder of the week. Sunday afternoon though, a fresh storm broke, with Sarah again the center. "Where's Sarah?" Doctor Hugh demanded, meeting Rosemary in the hall on his return from a round of calls. Rosemary was dressed in white and ready for a sedate walk with Aunt Trudy. "She's in your office, reading," she answered. "She likes the goat skin rug, you know." "All right," nodded the doctor, "run along, chick, and tell Aunt Trudy to keep on the shady side of the street. The sun is blazing." Sarah was not visible from the door, but walking around his desk, her brother discovered her stretched full length in her favorite reading attitude, on the white goat skin rug. Her book dealt with the health of cats. "Sarah," began the doctor looking down at her, "did you take a telephone message from Mrs. Anderson yesterday morning?" Sarah looked obstinate. "Did you?" her brother insisted. "Answer me," he commanded, pulling her to her feet. "Yes I did," muttered Sarah. "Rosemary was busy practising and Winnie's bread was in the oven." "Why didn't you tell me she wanted me to call there Saturday night?" demanded the doctor sternly. "'Cause," murmured Sarah uneasily. "You're ashamed to tell me, and I don't wonder," Doctor Hugh said crisply. "You'd let a miserable little thing like an apology you were forced to make her, interfere with your loyalty to service. I thought you were bigger than that, Sarah," he added. Sarah said nothing. "If you were a nurse in a hospital or a doctor's office, you'd be dismissed," her brother went on, "for all you know I might have been needed seriously. As it happened, no harm was done, but that doesn't excuse you. Hereafter you are not to answer the phone under any circumstances. You can't be trusted to deliver the messages you receive." If he had only known it, Doctor Hugh had delivered a severe blow to Sarah's pride. She had been extremely proud of her ability to answer the telephone and welcomed the rare opportunities when Rosemary was out or busy with her beloved music. But she said nothing and after a day or two the doctor realized that she was not on "speaking terms" with him. "She ought to be spanked," he confided to Winnie, "but I don't believe in that form of punishment for children as old as she is." "It wouldn't do any good," said Winnie, "your mother spanked her years ago when she'd take these silent fits. It only made her more obstinate. You can do more with Sarah, Hughie, by helping her out of a tight place than any way I know. She's always getting into trouble and she never forgets the ones that stand by her. You keep your eyes open and the chance will come." The opportunity came sooner than either of them expected. For nearly a week Jack Welles had been storming, to any one who would listen to him, about the "low-down" thief who nightly took his can of fishing worms.