"Just think what a good time you will
have, when we get back to camp."

"I will run away," was the only reply the new nurse would make.

Night came, and the nurse lay down to rest. Dorothy pretended to do
the same thing, but she had resolved to get out of that sanitarium,
without bringing disgrace on this young woman. But the attempt would
be fraught with danger. If she were caught, not only would she be
returned to the sanitarium, but she knew there was another ward----

Dorothy did not permit herself to think of this. "I am going to get
away before daylight," she said. "Then, when the mother of the missing
girl comes and I have gotten away, they will not know whether it was
her daughter, or me."

But to get away would mean trouble for the nurse also. She would be
blamed for leaving Dorothy unguarded!

"The other attendant comes in at five in the morning," decided
Dorothy, "then I must--go!"

It was an awful thought! She could hear the guards pacing up and down
the corridors, she had seen the high fence with its iron palings, and
as to gates--there were guards all about them.

"The nurse's clothes!" thought Dorothy. "If I could get into Miss
Bell's things! They are here--in her suit-case. Then I might walk out!
But I would faint if they spoke to me? No, I would not, I must have
courage! I must be brave! In getting out I may save my dear folks more
anxiety, and I can save this poor little woman!"

She looked kindly down at the sleeping nurse. The face, even in
sleep, was troubled, and the young woman tossed uneasily.

Every hour the clock struck in the outside hall, but Dorothy heard it
in her prison room. Her mind was first forming this plan, and then
that, until she felt, if she did not get some sleep, she would never
be able to carry out any plan at all. Finally, as the steps and voices
in the hall grew fainter, Dorothy did fall asleep, but only to wake
with a start just as the clock struck five.

A tap sounded at the door. Miss Bell was dressed and waiting. The
nurses were going down to breakfast, and as she left Dorothy, with a
pleasant word, the other attendant stepped in, picked up a novel, and
without noticing Dorothy, any more than if she had been wooden, she
sank lazily down in a chair, and started to read.

How could Dorothy get on her disguise now? She sighed heavily, and
almost gave up her plan. But not quite, for in desperate straits one
clings to the proverbial straw, and now Dorothy was clut