"What has done it?
She couldn't have fell in alone." It was Robin Frost.

Frederick Massingbird drew him away by the arm.
"Don't hinder, Robin.

Every minute may be worth a life." And Robin, struck with the argument, obeyed docilely like a little child.
Mr.Verner, leaning on his stick, trembling with weakness and emotion, stood just without the door of the laundry, which had been hastily prepared, as the bearers tramped in.
"It is an awful tragedy!" he murmured.

"Is it true"-- addressing Dr.
West--"that you think there is no hope ?" "I am sure there is none," was the answer.

"But every means shall be tried." The laundry was cleared of the crowd, and their work began.