s bed.

At last, after an endless night, the little faltering feet came to the
dividing of the ways, and hesitated. The dawn fell gray on the watchful
faces of the doctor and Hester, and on the dumb suspense of the poor
father. And with a sigh, as one who half knows he is making a life-long
mistake, Regie settled himself against Hester's shoulder and fell
asleep.

The hours passed. The light grew strong, and still Regie slept. Doctor
Brown put cushions behind Hester, and gave her food. He looked anxiously
at her. "Can you manage?" he whispered later, when the sun was streaming
in at the nursery window. And she smiled back in scorn. Could she
manage? What did he take her for?

At last Regie stretched himself and opened his eyes. The doctor took
him gently from Hester, gave him food, and laid him down.

"He is all right," he said. "He will sleep all day."

Mr. Gresley, who had hardly stirred, hid his face in his hands.

"Don't try to move, Miss Hester," said Doctor Brown, gently.

Hester did not try. She could not. Her hands and face were rigid. She
looked at him in terror. "I shall have to scream in another moment," she
whispered.

The old doctor picked her up, and carried her swiftly to her room, where
Fraeulein ministered to her.

At last he came down and found Mr. Gresley waiting for him at the foot
of the stair.

"You are sure he is all right?" he asked.

"Sure. Fraeulein is with, him. He got the turn at dawn."

"Thank God!"

"Well, I should say thank your sister, too. She saved him. I tell you,
Gresley, neither you nor I could have sat all those hours without
stirring, as she did. She had cramp after the first hour. She has a will
of iron in that weak body of hers."

"I had no idea she was uncomfortable," said Mr. Gresley, half
incredulous.

"That is one of the reasons why I always say you ought not to be a
clergyman," snapped the little doctor, and was gone.

Mr. Gresley was not offended. He was too overwhelmed with thankfulness
to be piqued.

"Good old Brown," he said, indulgently. "He has been up all night, and
he is so tired he does not know he is talking nonsense. As if a man who
did not understand cramp was not qualified to be a priest. Ha! ha! He
always likes to have a little hit at me, and he is welcome to it. I must
just creep up and kiss dear Hester. I never should have thought she had
it in her to care for any one as she has shown she cares for Regie. I
shall tell her so, and how su