"You dear Aunt Helen," cried Nan, "where did you come from?"
"You know me then," said her aunt.
"Oh, yes. When I told mother, she guessed who you were."
"And she let you come to meet me to-day?" said Miss Helen, with a strain of eagerness in her voice.
"She didn't know. She wasn't here to ask. She's gone away, you know."
"I didn't know. Tell me about it, please."
Nan poured forth her woes and fears concerning her mother.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear," sighed Miss Helen. "We didn't know. Oh, my dear."
"Do you think she may be very ill?" asked Nan her eyes wide with alarm.
"I hope not. I hope not." Her aunt spoke more cheerfully. "No doubt she will get quite well where she is."