Did she leave any word ?" "No.

She looked troubled in her mind, I thought." "No other call ?" "Yes.

Mary Jones sent word that something was the matter with the baby.
It cried nearly all last night, her little boy said, and to-day has fever, and lies in a kind of stupor." "That case must be seen to," I remarked, speaking to myself.
"You might let it go over until morning," suggested my wife.

"At any rate, I would let them send again before going.

The child may be better by this time." "A call in time may save life here, Constance," I made answer; the sense of duty growing stronger as the inner and outer man felt the renovating effects of a good supper, and the brightness and warmth of my pleasant home.