She fell silent as Josephine and Philip entered, and they bent over the little flushed face on the pillow.

Its breath came tightly, gaspingly, and Josephine clutched Philip's hand, and her voice broke in a sob.
"Feel, Philip--its little face--the fever--" "You must call your mother and father," he said after a moment.

"Why haven't you done this before, Josephine ?" "The fever came on suddenly--within the last half hour," she whispered tensely.

"And I wanted you to tell me what to do, Philip.

Shall I call them--now ?" He nodded.
"Yes." In an instant she was out of the room.