"Hadn't you better run out an' help her off with her wet things, Lois ?" But the sitting-room door opened, and Mrs.Field stood there, a tall black shadow hardly shaped out from the gloom.

The women all arose and hurried toward her.

There was a shrill flurry of greeting.

Mrs.
Field's voice arose high and terrified above it.
"Who is it ?" she cried out.

"Who's here ?" "Why, your old neighbors, Mrs.Field.