you straight where mine as led me. Good-bye and
good luck to you, and remember me to Robert."

Nancy Ellen stood intently studying the picture she held in her hand.
Then she looked at Kate, smiling with misty eyes: "I think, Kate, I'm
very close, if I am not really where you are this minute," she said.
Then she started her car; but she looked back, waving and smiling until
the car swerved so that Kate called after her: "Do drive carefully,
Nancy Ellen!"

Kate went slowly up the walk. She stopped several times to examine the
shrubs and bushes closely, to wish for rain for the flowers. She sat
on the porch a few minutes talking to Little Poll, then she went inside
to answer the phone.

"Kate?" cried a sharp voice.

"Yes," said Kate, recognizing a neighbour, living a few miles down the
road.

"Did Nancy Ellen just leave your house?" came a breathless query.

"Yes," said Kate again.

"I just saw a car that looked like hers slip in the fresh sand at the
river levee, and it went down, and two or three times over."

"O God!" said Kate. Then after an instant: "Ring the dinner bell for
your men to get her out. I'll phone Robert, and come as soon as I can
get there."

Kate called Dr. Gray's office. She said to the girl: "Tell the doctor
that Mrs. Howe thinks she saw Nancy Ellen's car go down the river
levee, and two or three times over. Have him bring what he might need
to Howe's, and hurry. Rush him!"

Then she ran to her bell and rang so frantically that Adam came
running. Kate was at the little garage they had built, and had the
door open. She told him what she had heard, ran to get the baby, and
met him at the gate. On the way she said, "You take the baby when we
get there, and if I'm needed, take her back and get Milly and her
mother to come stay with you. You know where her things are, and how
to feed her. Don't you dare let them change any way I do. Baby knows
Milly; she will be good for her and for you. You'll be careful?"

"Of course, Mother," said Adam.

He called her attention to the road.

"Look at those tracks," he said. "Was she sick? She might have been
drunk, from them."

"No," said Kate, "she wasn't sick. She WAS drunk, drunken with joy.
She had a picture of the most beautiful little baby girl. They were to
start to Chicago after her to-night. I suspect she was driving with
the picture in one hand. Oh, my God, have mercy!"

They had come to deep grooves in loose gravel,