Flora, fetch the sal volatile." "Let me tell you," whispered Margaret.

"Don't be angry with Harry.

It was--" "Not now, not now, my dear.

Lie quite still." She obeyed, took the sal volatile, and shut her eyes, while he sat leaning anxiously over, watching her.

Presently she opened them, and, looking up, said rather faintly, and trying to smile, "I don't think I can be better till you have heard the rights of it.