"I think I've found out what it is that is causing all the trouble." The nurse shot her a swift glance.

"I'm glad of that," she said dryly.
She let Joan go upstairs.
Mrs.Phillips was asleep.

Joan seated herself beside the bed and waited.
She had not yet made herself up for the day and the dyed hair was hidden beneath a white, close-fitting cap.

The pale, thin face with its closed eyes looked strangely young.

Suddenly the thin hands clasped, and her lips moved, as if she were praying in her sleep.