"Miss Watts is at home, sick," Miss Pierce said eagerly. "And I was at the board, when some of those bigger boys set a bench up on top of another bench. I heard the noise and turned around; this child--poor little Maude Daley, it is--was standing right there, and got the full weight of both benches as they fell." "This boy is back," said Julia, coming from the front door, "and he says that Doctor White is out and Doctor McGuire is out, too!" "Great heavens!" Miss Toland began despairingly. "No doctor! of course, eleven o'clock they're all out on morning rounds! And the child's mother, where is she? Am I the only person here who can do something except sit around and say 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!'" "She has no mother, and her grandmother's out," Julia said soothingly. "Miss Toland, if I telephone do you think I can catch Doctor Studdiford at the City and County?" "A two hours' trip from Sausalito!" Miss Toland said scornfully. "You must be crazy, that's all! No! Go into Mission Street--" "I don't mean in Sausalito," Julia said firmly; "he's at the City and County on Wednesday mornings, you know. I could get him there." Miss Toland stared at her unblinkingly for a second. "Yes, do that!" she said then. "Yes, that's a good idea!" And as Julia ran to the telephone she called after her, "Yes, that's a very good idea!" Julia's heart thumped as she called the big institution, thumped when after a long wait a crisp voice, out of utter silence, said: "Yes? This is Doctor Studdiford!" She explained as concisely as she could, feeling that he listened attentively. "Keep the child flat, no pillow," he said, as Julia concluded. "Tell my aunt I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Julia, thrilled by she knew not what, knotted her flying hair loosely on her neck and buttoned on a fresh uniform. Ten minutes later she admitted Doctor Studdiford to the sickroom. He had laid aside his hat and washed his hands. Now he sat down by the bed and smiled at the dazed, moaning little Maude. Julia felt something expand in her heart as she watched him, his intense, intelligent face, his singularly winning smile, the loose lock of dark hair on his forehead. "Now, then, Maude," said he, his clever, supple fingers on her wrist, "where does it hurt?" Maude whimpered something made unintelligible by the fast-stiffening cut in her lip. "Her back's broken, Jim, no doubt about it," said Miss Toland grimly. "I think her side hurts," Miss Pierce submitted eagerly.