s? Mrs. Cheniston"--he spoke the name firmly now--"you, I suppose,
will watch your husband, and if I may suggest that I take the window in
that room under my charge--Hassan might be at hand to take my place when
I'm occupied with Mr. Cheniston----"

"Then Mr. Garnett and I will be responsible for the watch in this room,"
said the clergyman quietly. "The others--my wife and Rosa--can take it
in turn to relieve Mrs. Cheniston. How does that plan strike you, Dr.
Anstice?" By common consent they began to look on Anstice as their
leader.

"A very sensible plan," said Mrs. Wood quickly, "But I positively insist
upon Mrs. Cheniston having some sleep. She was up all night and has not
rested a moment to-day."

"What about me, Mummy?" A rather fretful little voice interrupted the
speaker, as Molly pressed closely to her side. "What's me and Rosa going
to do? There isn't any beds and the bench is so hard!"

"Poor kiddie!" Anstice's heart was touched by this lamentable wail.
"Suppose you let me see what I can do to make you a bed, Molly! I'm a
doctor, you know, and doctors know more about making beds than ordinary
people!"

The child regarded him with lack-lustre eyes which were quite devoid of
any childish gaiety; and for a moment she appeared to revolve the
question in her mind. Finally she decided that he was to be trusted, for
she nodded her weary little head and put her thin, hot hand into the one
he extended to her.

"The room opposite to this is our bedroom," said Iris, with a faint
smile. "Shall I come too, Molly, and show Dr. Anstice where to find the
things?"

"Yes. You come too." The other moist hand sought Iris' cooler one; and
between them they led the poor child into the room Iris indicated.

Here, with a little ingenuity, a bed was made up of chairs and cushions,
which Molly was too worn out to resist; and having seen her sink at once
into an uneasy slumber, the two returned to the larger room, where the
others still held whispered conclave.

"Dr. Anstice"--Iris laid her hand on his arm, her voice full of the
sweetest contrition--"you have had nothing to eat and you must be
famished."

"I'm not hungry," he assured her truthfully; but she refused to listen
to his protests; and calling Mrs. Wood to her assistance she soon had a
meal ready for him. Although the resources of the establishment were
limited to tinned food and coffee boiled over a little spirit stove,
Anstice was in no mood to criticize anythin