rse for
her--her adventure!'

'That is why I am here,' said the father quickly. 'My wife and I are
loth to trouble you. But the poor little thing has worked herself into a
paroxysm of fright and is calling for you. We have tried in vain to
comfort or reassure her. She will not be satisfied without you. She
keeps calling on "The Man" to come and help her. I am loth to put you to
further strain after all you have gone through to-day; but if you would
come--' Harold was already in the passage as he spoke:

'Of course I'm coming. If I can in any way help it is both a pleasure
and a duty to be with her.' Turning to the father he added:

'She is indeed a very sweet and good child. I shall never forget how she
bore herself whilst we waited for aid to come.'

'You must tell her mother and me all about it,' said the father; much
moved.

When they came close to the Stonehouses' suite of rooms they heard
Pearl's voice rising with a pitiful note of fear:

'Where is The Man? Oh! where is The Man? Why doesn't he come to me? He
can save me! I want to be with The Man!' When the door opened and she
saw him she gave shriek of delight, and springing from the arms of her
mother fairly leaped into Harold's arms which were outstretched to
receive her. She clung to him and kissed him again and again, rubbing
her little hands all over his face as though to prove to herself that he
was real and not a dream. Then with a sigh she laid her head on his
breast, the reaction of sleep coming all at once to her. With a gesture
of silence Harold sat down, holding the child in his arms. Her mother
laid a thick shawl over and sat down close to Harold. Mr. Stonehouse
stood quiet in the doorway with the child's nurse peering anxiously over
his shoulder.

After a little while, when he thought she was asleep, Harold rose and
began to place her gently in the bunk. But the moment he did so she
waked with a scream. The fright in her eyes was terrible. She clung to
him, moaning and crying out between her sobs:

'Don't leave me! Don't leave me! Don't leave me!' Harold was much
moved and held the little thing tight in his strong arms, saying to her:

'No darling! I shan't leave you! Look in my eyes, dear, and I will
promise you, and then you will be happy. Won't you?'

She looked quickly up in his face. Then she kissed him lovingly, and
rested her head, but not sleepily this time, on his breast said:

'Yes! I'm not afraid