Go away--soon.

But don't leave me!" she implored, clutching at the girl wildly.
"I will not leave you," the stranger assured her.

"I have plenty of time." Miss Jones made what the doctors would call a splendid recovery.

Her breath began coming more naturally; her spine seemed to regain control of her head; her eyes rolled less wildly.

"It's going," she panted; "but you'll have to help me to the house." "Why of course," replied the girl who was being delayed.