Having half an hour to spare, she determined to visit a few of their occupants.

Her second call was on the Smith family.
"I am glad to see you now as always, miss," said Mrs.Smith, "but we are in trouble here." "What, is little Tottie ill again ?" Jane asked.
"No, miss, it isn't Tottie this time, it's the baby.

She's got convulsions, or something like it, and I've sent for Dr.Merchison.
Would you like to see her?
She's lying in the front room." Jane hesitated.

She was tired and wanted to get home with her canvass cards.

But the woman looked tired too and in need of sympathy; possibly also, for nature is nature, Jane hoped that if she lingered there a little, without in any way violating her promise, she might chance to catch a brief glimpse of the man she loved.
"Yes, I will come in for a minute," she answered and followed Mrs.Smith into the room.
On a cheap cane couch in the corner, at the foot of which the child, Tottie, was playing with a doll, lay the baby, an infant of nearly three.