I only hope it will be merciful, and take me off." Kate went down to breakfast, which she could not eat, and then returned to the sick-room.

Her experience among the sick of the village had made her skilful in the disease; but, despite all she could do, Harry grew weaker and worse.

She dared not summon help, she dared not call in the Doctor, until her father's return.
"He ought to be here to-day," she thought.

"Heaven grant it! If he does not and Harry keeps growing worse, I will go and speak to Father Francis this evening." Fortunately this unpleasant duty was not necessary.

The late afternoon train brought the newly-wedded pair home.