If the rail had not been tried this afternoon, if big, foolish Emily Walderhurst had been lying peacefully among the weeds to-night! "The end comes to everyone," she said.

"It would have been all over in a few minutes.

They say it isn't really painful." Her lips quivered, and she pressed her hands tightly between her knees.
"That's a murderer's thought," she muttered querulously.

"And yet I wasn't a bad girl to begin with." She began to see things.

The chief thing was a sort of vision of how Emily would have looked lying in the depths of the water among the weeds.