Dr.John, meantime, standing by the bed-side, was slowly drawing on his gloves and watching his little patient, as her eyes closed and her rosy lips parted in coming sleep.

I waited till he should depart as usual, with a quick bow and scarce articulate "good-night.".

Just as he took his hat, my eyes, fixed on the tall houses bounding the garden, saw the one lattice, already commemorated, cautiously open; forth from the aperture projected a hand and a white handkerchief; both waved.

I know not whether the signal was answered from some viewless quarter of our own dwelling; but immediately after there fluttered from, the lattice a falling object, white and light--billet the second, of course.
"There!" I ejaculated involuntarily.
"Where ?", asked Dr.John with energy, making direct for the window.
"What, is it ?" "They have gone and done it again," was my reply.

"A handkerchief waved and something fell:" and I pointed to the lattice, now closed and looking hypocritically blank.
"Go, at once; pick it up and bring it here," was his prompt direction; adding, "Nobody will take notice of _you: I_ should be seen." Straight I went.