they touched me, till father was nearly at his wits' end. I
called aloud for mother. I knew she would not hurt me so.

"'I will go now and see where she is, dear,' father said at last, wiping
his forehead. 'The good Lord only knows where she may be--and the little
ones. I'll bring some one to help you, poor child.'

"The sun was shining brightly again by this time, but as I lay there,
with a great deal of pain in my arm and head, I seemed to feel that
black storm coming after me yet. The roar, roar, roar kept on in my
head, and the bed was whirling up in the clouds with me, and Mary
Hathaway was holding me, while some one pelted me with the stars; and
mother said, 'Oh, my poor darling--look at her head!'

"Then the moon peeped at me, and said, 'Her arm is broken in two
places.'

"It was the doctor who said this, and mother had really come to me.
After that I seemed to be climbing and climbing through trees--oh, so
long! I kept on for years, always hunting for little Harry, hearing him
cry for me, and never able to reach him. But at last I saw a light--I
had been in the dark all the time--and I struggled toward it, and looked
out. Mother was there, but not Harry.

"'Where is he?' I cried.

"'Who, dear?' she said.

"'Why, the baby--little Harry,' I said. 'I was almost up to him.'

"'Here he is.'

"She lifted him up to me, and I tried to take him, but I could not raise
myself, and was glad to find that I was in my own bed. I went off into a
long sleep, and when I awoke I didn't want anything except to lie quiet
and know mother was caring for me, and that Harry sometimes came
toddling into my room, for he had learned to walk during the long weeks
I had been sick.

"Well, that is about all there is of it. My arm was a long time getting
well, and will always be crooked, like this. The doctor said it would
have got entirely well if it had not been for the fever.

"But, dear me, how much thinking I did when my head got clear enough to
think! When I was out in the storm all I had ever heard about the wrath
of God on the children of disobedience seemed to come back to me. How I
was punished! If I had been faithful to my duty, I should have been safe
at home when the storm came. I shall always feel as if I knew something
of that awful wrath, for wasn't I taken up in God's terrible hand?

"When I was getting well I began to wonder why Mary Hathaway never came
to see me. Mother put off telling me as long as she could t