that? It can't be!"

"It is!" shrieked Janice, jumping up and dancing around the room. "It's
for my gasoline runabout! I'm going to have it--I certainly _am_!
Hurray! hurray!" and she kissed her aunt heartily and then danced
another war dance with Marty around the table.

"Wal, I snum!" exclaimed Uncle Jason, still staring at the bit of paper,
which was a Wells-Fargo express check for the sum named.

Janice could scarcely eat any dinner, she was so excited. What was mere
eating to the possession of this check and the knowledge that all was
going well once more with dear Daddy? Her most particular friends must
share the joy with her.

She hurried into her jacket and hat, and ran across town to see Miss
'Rill; for, after all, the little spinster was her dearest and closest
friend in Poketown.

But was this Miss 'Rill--this frantic, wild-eyed creature, hatless and
with her hair flying, who came running down High Street just as Janice
reached the corner of the street on which Hopewell Drugg's store was
situated? _Could_ it be 'Rill Scattergood?

"Oh, Janice! Janice! have you heard about it? They just sent for me,"
gasped the little spinster lady.

"What do you mean, 'Rill? _Who_ sent for you?" Janice demanded.

"It's poor little Lottie!" cried the other, dragging Janice along with
her. "She's fallen. I've been expecting it. She moves so quickly, you
know, in spite of her blindness. And now she's fallen into the
cellar----"

"Whose cellar? Oh! is she very, very badly hurt?" cried Janice, equally
anxious.

"Hopewell had the trap door open. She came running into the shop and
went straight down on her poor little head! Oh! she's all cut and
bruised----"

Miss 'Rill could say no more. Nor did Janice need to ask, for they were
at the store and pushing through the little group of helpless but
sympathizing neighbors. Dr. Poole was already there. They had Lottie in
bed, all bandaged and white.

"Just a bad cut over the forehead--right across the crown," Dr. Poole
assured the waiting neighbors. "She's had a bad shock, but she's in no
particular danger. Only----"

He looked at Janice and shook his head. Then he whispered to her: "It's
a terrible shame Hopewell can't send the poor little thing to a
specialist and have her eyes fixed up. My soul and body, girl! If I'd
only been able to go in for surgery myself--If I'd only learned to use
the knife!" and he groaned, shook his head, did this old-school family
practitione