Betty's eyes filled with tears, but she made no answer. "Are you able to keep up?" he asked of her. "O, yes, for anything I can do!" she replied earnestly. "Then go to Harold for awhile, and try to make him think lightly of this. The nurse says he is constantly asking for his mother." Betty went to Harold, and stayed with him a long time. Meanwhile the doctors consulted together in fearful earnestness. When she finally heard them leave the house, she went softly to Alma's room. George was leaning over Alma, gazing at her with a countenance so full of sorrowing, that Betty guessed the decision. He looked up at her as she entered. "We agree there is no hope," he said with that stern gravity she understood now. "You can do nothing?" she asked quickly. "Absolutely nothing. It is just a question of time. Her heart is very weak." Betty approached him and laid one hand upon his arm pleadingly. "O, Dr. Cadman," she said earnestly,--and he thought he had never seen her so radiantly beautiful before--"You can do nothing, you say,--but with God all things are possible!" "Yes," he said, not fully understanding, "we must leave her to Him now. All human efforts are in vain." "But did not Christ command us to heal the sick? If it were impossible, why would he tell us to do so?" For a moment he looked at her curiously. "You are pleading for your Mormon Elders?" he asked gently. "Yes. Cannot they come? Alma would wish it." Her eyes, luminous with faith, thrilled him. "I do not believe very firmly in that kind of healing, but I appreciate your enthusiasm." "But will you give your permission?" she asked eagerly. "Why not pray yourself?" he returned. "Let us take God's way," she replied with sincere humility. "As you wish, Betty," he returned tenderly. "O, thank you," she said with a great joy,--and in her zeal to save Alma, she forgot her own struggles entirely. *********** George was alone in the library, pondering over the advisability of bringing Will to see Alma. It would complicate matters greatly, for Will to be seen at the house, and he might not even get to her in time to see her alive. But it was right to call him. He could not argue that fact away. He decided to go, himself, and bring Will as soon as possible. Just at the moment of his decision, Betty entered. "Dr. Cadman," she said with a great calm joy, "our dear Alma has awakened from her long sleep. She asks for you." For a moment he looked at her incredulously. Then eagerly he took her hands. "Thank God!" he exclaimed earnestly, and hastened to Alma. As he approached her bed-side, the pale face on the pillow smiled up at him. "Am I ill?" she asked, lifting a weak hand from the coverlet. He took it and kissed it gently. "Just a little," returned George soothingly, "Don't waste strength by talking, dear." She looked at the elders standing by, regarding the scene with sympathy; then her gaze wandered to Betty.