"Once I reached home my mother would not hear of the poor thing being taken to the hospital.
She had her put to bed and the doctor called in.

Since that time she has been threatened with fever; in fact, is partly out of her head, though Doctor Cadmus says he believes she will be sensible by to-morrow morning.

She was simply half-starved, and dreadfully worried about something." "But could you not hear a few random words she uttered that would give you some idea as to her identity, and where she came from ?" asked the deacon.
"Besides her name, which seemed to be Walters, she has said nothing that gives us a clue, save that we imagine they must have lived somewhere in the West." "In the West--and our Joel started for that section of the country!" gasped the old lady, still patting the curly head on her lap lovingly.
"And then the lad's name is very similar," broke in the deacon.

"Are you sure, Hugh, if isn't Joel?
Might not the child have simply given the baby pronunciation of Joey ?" "I think that would be very likely, sir," admitted the boy readily.
Again the agitated couple exchanged looks.

Hugh would certainly never forget the joyous expression that sat upon both faces.