rm-horse galloped to the house set high on the sun-baked terraces.

When old Daniel revived he found himself in the best parlor, with ice
all about him. Thunder was rolling overhead and hail clattered on the
windows. A sudden storm, the heat-breaker, had come up and the dreadful
day was vanquished. Daniel looked up and smiled a vague smile of
astonishment at Dr. Trumbull and Sarah Dean; then his eyes wandered
anxiously about.

"The child is all right," said Dr. Trumbull; "don't you worry, Daniel.
Mrs. Jim Mann is taking care of her. Don't you try to talk. You didn't
exactly have a sunstroke, but the heat was too much for you."

But Daniel spoke, in spite of the doctor's mandate. "The heat," said
he, in a curiously clear voice, "ain't never goin' to be too much for me
again."

"Don't you talk, Daniel," repeated Dr. Trumbull. "You've always been
nervous about the heat. Maybe you won't be again, but keep still. When
I told you to take that child out every day I didn't mean when the world
was like Sodom and Gomorrah. Thank God, it will be cooler now."

Sarah Dean stood beside the doctor. She looked pale and severe, but
adequate. She did not even state that she had urged old Daniel not to go
out. There was true character in Sarah Dean.

The weather that summer was an unexpected quantity. Instead of the day
after the storm being cool, it was hot. However, old Daniel, after
his recovery, insisted on going out of doors with little Dan'l after
breakfast. The only concession which he would make to Sarah Dean, who
was fairly frantic with anxiety, was that he would merely go down the
road as far as the big elm-tree, that he would sit down there, and let
the child play about within sight.

"You'll be brought home agin, sure as preachin'," said Sarah Dean, "and
if you're brought home ag'in, you won't get up ag'in."

Old Daniel laughed. "Now don't you worry, Sarah," said he. "I'll set
down under that big ellum and keep cool."

Old Daniel, at Sarah's earnest entreaties, took a palm-leaf fan. But he
did not use it. He sat peacefully under the cool trail of the great elm
all the forenoon, while little Dan'l played with her doll. The child was
rather languid after her shock of the day before, and not disposed to
run about. Also, she had a great sense of responsibility about the old
man. Sarah Dean had privately charged her not to let Uncle Daniel get
"overhet." She continually glanced up at him with loving, anxious, baby
eyes.