“I never believed she was like us, or like _me_, anyway,” Polly said. “She had an air about her different, and that old hen of a Groves was always naggin’ her. I hate her!” It was Polly who stayed the longest with Sherry, and who said to Alex. in the morning, “I think she’s awful sick and needs some one with her all the time. I’d stay with her if I didn’t have to wait upon the table. Mrs. Groves is crosser than a bear because there are only three of us, and Mr. Saltus here.” Alex. did not reply, but it was a troubled face he took to his guests. He could not feel merry with that sick girl upstairs, and many times during the morning he stole to her door to inquire how she was. As the day wore on Sherry did not rally, but lay with closed eyes, noticing no one except Alex. At the sound of his voice she always looked up and smiled, saying once when he asked if she wished anything, “I want Katy.” They sent for Katy, who, on her way to Maplehurst, stopped in New York and told Mrs. Pledger of Sherry’s illness. “For gracious’ sake!” that good woman said. “Sherry sick! I shall go with you and take a trained nurse. It will cost something, of course, for they ask abominable prices, but for once I can afford it, and Sherry must not die for want of care. I have taken a great fancy to her.” One of the best trained nurses in New York was found, and the three, Mrs. Pledger, Katy and the nurse, reached Maplehurst one afternoon, greatly to the disgust of Mrs. Groves, who did not yet believe Sherry’s illness serious. She was nervous and tired and wanted to be let alone instead of having so much coddling. The girls, Nos. 2, 3 and 4, could sit up with her nights by turns, and if necessary _she_ would for one night stay with her. She thought this a concession worthy of a martyr’s crown. She did not know Katy had been sent for, and great was her surprise and consternation when the ’bus from the station deposited three women at the door, one of whom, Mrs. Pledger, at once took possession of everything pertaining to Sherry, even overshadowing the nurse in her orders and putting Mrs. Groves quite in the background. The kitchen was invaded at all hours, first by the nurse, who came in the discharge of her duties, and next by Mrs. Pledger, who came because she must see what was going on and give her opinion. Katy stayed mostly with Sherry, who had smiled in token that she knew her and Mrs. Pledger, and had then fallen into a stupor from which it was hard to rouse her. Even Alex.’s voice failed. A slight movement of her head was all the response she gave when asked if she knew him. She was very ill, and a doctor from Bethlehem came every day, and most of the guests departed and a great hush fell upon the house where there had been so much hilarity. Alex.’s good times were slipping away, but he did not care. It had come to the point where Sherry was more to him than all the good times in the world, and if she died he would never know another, he said to himself, as he