es--maybe fifteen if we walk fast,"
she said.

"Then"--Elizabeth questioned the women--"can any of you take her there?"

The women exchanged glances. "It's 'most dinner time--my man will be
home," said one. The others all had excuses; no one offered to take the
child to East Bassett. No one really believed in the necessity. What did
this white-faced slip of a girl know about children, anyhow?

"Then I'll take her myself," the Poor Thing declared. "I guess I can
carry her that far."

"An' who'll bring her back?" demanded the child's sister gloomily.

"You must come with me and bring her back," Elizabeth answered with
decision. "Come quick! I tell you it's hurting her awfully. Don't you
see how white she is?"

Peggy looked at the little face all white and drawn with pain, and
surrendered.

"I'll go," she said meekly, and without more words, Elizabeth set off
with the child in her arms. Olga followed in silence, and Peggy trailed
along in the rear, but as she went she turned and shouted back to one
of the boys, "Jimmy, you come along too with the wagon to bring her home
in," and presently a freckled-faced boy, with straw-coloured hair, had
joined the procession. The wagon he drew was a soapbox fitted with a
pair of wheels from a go-cart.

"Let me carry her, Elizabeth--she's too heavy for you," Olga said after
a few minutes; but the child clung to Elizabeth, refusing to be
transferred, and at the pressure of the little yellow head against her
shoulder, Elizabeth smiled.

"I can carry her," she said. "She's not so very heavy. She makes me
think of little Molly."

So Elizabeth carried the child all the way, and held her still when they
reached East Bassett and by rare good luck found the doctor at home. He
was an old man, and over his glasses he looked up with a twinkle of
amusement as the party of five trailed into his office. But the next
instant he demanded abruptly,

"What ails that child?"

"It's her arm--see?" Elizabeth said. "It's out of joint."

"Yes!" The doctor snapped out the word. Then his hands were on the
baby's shoulder, there was a quick skilful twist, a shriek of pain and
terror from the baby, and the bone slipped into place.

"There, that's all right. She's crying now only because she's
frightened," the doctor said, snapping his fingers at the child. "How
did it happen?"

Elizabeth explained.

"Well, I guess you'll know better than to lift a baby by the arm another
time," the doctor sai