"Oh, that's the way with all the great saints. They just missed being shut up for lunatics. But do you think you'll be able to save that little boy? Don't you think you ought to get them to call a doctor?" "I? Oh, I gave up the case. I'm done with faith-healing once for all, Agatha." This was said with a little gulp, indicating that the confession cost her both effort and pain. "You--" "Don't ask me any questions till I'm better able to answer. I'm awfully tired out and cross." "What have you been doing this morning?" said Agatha, notwithstanding Phillida's injunction against questions. "Getting Miss Bowyer out of the Martin house. Mr. Martin was determined to have her, and he went for her when his wife sent him for a doctor." "Miss Bowyer! I don't see how you ever got her out," said Agatha. "Did you get a policeman to put her into the station-house on the mortal plane?" "No; I did worse. I actually had to go to the Graydon and wake up Charley Millard--" "You did?" "Yes; I couldn't get a messenger, and so I went myself. And I put the case into Charley's hands, and he sent his man Friday scampering after a coupe, and I came home and left him to go over there and fight it out." "Well, I declare!" said Agatha. "What remarkable adventures you have! And I never have anything real nice and dreadful happen to me. But he might have brought you home." "It wasn't his fault that he didn't. But give me a little bit of steak, please; I have got to go back to the Martins'." "No, you mustn't. Mother, don't you let her." "I do wish, Phillida," said the mother, "that you wouldn't go down into the low quarters of the town any more. You're so exposed to disease. And then you're a young woman. You haven't got your father's endurance. It's a dreadful risk." "Well, I'm rather responsible for the child, and then I ought to be there to protect Mrs. Martin from her husband when he comes home at noon, and to share the blame with her when he finds his favorite put out and Charley's doctor in possession." "So you and Charley are in partnership in saving the boy's life," said Agatha, "and you've got a regular doctor. That's something like. I can guess what'll come next." "Hush, Agatha," said the mother. Phillida's appetite for beefsteak failed in a moment, and she pushed her plate back and looked at her sister with vexation. "If you think there's going to be a new engagement, you're mistaken." "Think!" said Agatha, with a provoking laugh, "I don't think anything about it. I know just what's got to happen. You and Charley are just made for each other, though for my part I should prefer a young man something like Cousin Philip." Phillida was silent for a moment, and Mrs. Callender made a protesting gesture at the impulsive Agatha.