ng through
the house too, from attic to cellar.

It was no use throwing more coals into the jaws of the huge stove,
or that the water that streamed through all the pipes was hotter.
Nobody's feet or hands were any warmer.

"We will try what a very hot bath will do for the patient," said the
nurse. She had often seen this last remedy rewarded with success in
similar cases.

All hands were busy. The cook made a fire, the other two dragged the
boiling water upstairs; but Cilia carried more and was quicker about it
than Friedrich. She felt all the inexhaustible strength of youth in her
that is glad to be able to do something. How willingly she did it for
that good boy. And she murmured a short prayer in a low voice every
time she poured a bucketful into the tub that had been placed near the
bed. She could not make the sign of the cross, as neither of her hands
was at liberty, but she was sure the saints would hear her all the
same.

"Holy Mary! Holy Joseph! Holy Barbara! Holy guardian angel! Holy
Michael, fight for him!"

The cook, who remained downstairs in the kitchen, looked for her
hymn-book; she was a Protestant and did not use it every day. When she
found it she opened it at random: the words would be sure to suit. Oh
dear! She showed it to Friedrich, trembling. There was written:

"When my end is drawing nigh,
Ah, leave me not----"

Oh dear, the boy was to die. They were both as though paralysed with
terror.

Meanwhile nimble Cilia was flying up and down stairs. She did not
feel so dismayed any longer. He would not die, she was sure of that
now.

Whilst those who were in the room lifted him into the bath, Paul
Schlieben and the nurse, and his mother placed her feeble hands
underneath him to support him, Cilia stood outside the door and called
upon all her saints. She would have liked to have had her manual of
devotion, her "Angels' Bread," but there was no time to fetch it. So
she only stammered her "Help" and "Have mercy," her "Hail" and "Fight
for him," with all the fervour of her faith.

And the boy's pallid cheeks began to redden. A sigh passed his lips,
which had not opened to utter a sound for so long. He was warm when
they put him back into the bed. Very soon he was hot; the fever
commenced again.

The nurse looked anxious: "Now ice. We shall have to try what
ice-bags will do."

Ice! Ice!

"Is there any ice in the house?" Paul Schlieben hurried from the
sick-room. He