He got out of bed this afternoon, though he could hardly stand, and covered up all his bruises and his broken wrist so you couldn't see them, and then he limped down to the station so you would get the truth about your father and not be frightened.

And now he is in a dead faint." Ruth's eyes flamed and the color left her cheeks.

She stretched out both hands as if to keep from falling.
"Saved daddy!" she gasped--"Carried him out on--Oh! Aunt Felicia!--and I have been so mean! To think he got up out of bed and--and--" Everything swam before her eyes.
Miss Felicia sprang forward and caught her in her arms.
"Come!--none of this, Child.

Pull yourself together right away.

Get her some water, nurse,--she has stood all she can.