"But that is an impossibility." "I am afraid it is," Katherine answered, lightly touching her father's face with her finger, and wondering if he were as unconscious as he looked.
Then she felt herself gently thrust to one side, and the voice of Jervis Ferrars said quietly: "Go and get into dry clothes as quickly as you can, Miss Radford.

You can do your Father no immediate good, but you may easily catch pneumonia if you stop in this condition long.

I am not really a doctor, but I have had a medical training, and I can do all that can be done in this case." "Oh, how thankful we are to have you here!" said Mrs.Burton, who felt as if the wet unknown, who was shedding pools of dirty water on to her clean floor, was an angel sent straight from heaven to help her in her time of need.
But Katherine said nothing at all; she only stumbled to her feet in blind haste and hurried away, knowing that collapse into undignified babyish crying was inevitable, and anxious to get away to some place where she might be hidden from the eyes of the others.

In that crowded little house there was not much chance of privacy, however, and when Katherine entered the bedroom, to change her wet garments and cry in peace, she was immediately set upon by the twins, who had been shut in there by their mother to be out of the way.

The poor mites were so frightened and unhappy that Katherine had to put aside her own miseries in order to comfort them.