At four o'clock Doctor Morgan arrived and Luther Hansen came for Sadie. Sadie saw him drive in, and laughed unpleasantly. "Luther wasn't a bit for comin', but I told him I'd come over with ma, an' he could come after me. He's always chicken-hearted, an' said since Lizzie was so sick we oughtn't t' come. I don't see as you're s' sick, Lizzie; you've got lots of good colour in your face, an' th' way you pull that baby around don't look much like you was goin' t' kick the bucket just yet." Elizabeth made no reply, but watched John help Doctor Morgan tie his team. "How's Mrs. Hunter?" Doctor Morgan asked John as he came around to the gate after the horses were fastened. "All right, I guess. She's had a good deal of company to-day. I didn't want them, but you can't offend people." "We usually have a good deal of company at a funeral," the old doctor said dryly, as he viewed the extra horses and wagons about the fence. When he entered the sickroom his face hardened. "I'm not as much afraid of your neighbours as you are, Mr. Hunter," he said, and went to the middle door and beckoned Luther to come with him into the yard. A few words was all that was needed with Luther Hansen, and the doctor returned to his patient. * * * * * Sadie was more sarcastic than usual as they drove home. "I wouldn't 'a' come if I'd a known I wasn't wanted," she remarked sulkily. "But, Sadie, Doc Morgan says she's worse! I'd turn 'em out quick enough if it was you." Poor little Sadie Hansen caught the spirit of the remark. Nothing like it had ever before been offered her in all her bitter, sensitive experience. She looked up at her husband mollified, and let even Elizabeth have a season of rest as she considered this astonishing thing which marriage had brought to her. Susan Hornby, who had thought her darling resting on this quiet Sabbath day, was reestablished at the bedside, and it was not till the morning of the tenth day that she again left the house. At the end of that time she was dismissed reluctantly by the good old doctor himself. It had been such a good excuse to be with Elizabeth that Aunt Susan had persuaded the long-suffering Nathan that her presence beside her was a thing not to be denied, and Nathan, glad to see Sue so happy, ate many a cold meal that haying season and did not complain. It was a great event in Susan Hornby's life. Gentle and cordial to all, Susan Hornby lived much alone--alone most of all when surrounded with her neighbours. Elizabeth was her only real tie. "Oh, child! I'm so glad you've got him," she said one day as she laid the beautiful brown head on Elizabeth's arm.